Summary: Nightmares, produced by trauma or not, can happen to anyone.
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*The forest was dark and thick, what little light that could be seen, albeit faint, only increased its sinister appearance. The air, heavy with moisture, added a feeling of foreboding danger. The only sounds to be heard, was that of a young man running through the trees in an attempt to escape that which pursued him. He ran blindly, with only the knowledge that if he stopped he would, with all certainty, be killed. He had no memory of whom or even where, he was, but knew he must reach the safety of the clearing nearby. That which chased him could not follow him there. His heart beat franticly as he pushed himself to the limits of his own endurance. He could hear the creature crashing through the brush behind him, getting closer with each terrifying second, the bone chilling howls of anger spurring him to run faster. The edge of the forest, as if by divine intervention, appeared ahead of him, but before he could reach it he fell to the ground, tripped by a protruding root. He lay sprawled on the ground, his hearting pounding wildly, as the entity approached. He felt its scorching hot breath on his neck, and knew that he had failed. Slowly he rolled over to see what he had been running from. His heart froze as he stared into its glowing red eyes. It was no animal he had ever seen before. It was, in all its terror, a demon from the deepest bowels of the underworld. The creature smiled maniacally as it raised a talon like claw. As the claw came rushing toward the young man, he let out a blood curdling scream …..*
Bolting upright in his bed, arms flung out, as if to ward off danger, Darryl Banks awoke, disoriented. He was covered with sweat, and had kicked his blankets to the floor. He found himself in the safety of his own bed, in his own room, at his father’s home. Not as he had feared, in the forest.
“It was a nightmare.” he mumbled to himself, gathering up the discarded linens, listening and hoping he hadn’t awoken his dad. “Man, I knew I should have listened to Dad and not snuck out with Marco and Jeff to see that horror movie.”
Curling up under his blanket, Darryl knew that there would be no way he’d be able to sleep.