Snapshots of a Nightmare

Click In the dimming light of her bedroom, a child sits facing the wall in her bad chair. She has to go potty, but she doesn’t dare. So she stares at the wall in the gathering gloom. Click Her mind is swirling with fear as the curtains billow in the wind, lightning streaks the night sky like a strobe light out of sync, clipped exposures of the little girl shaking on her chair, waiting for what’s coming with the thunder. Click The doorknob turns . . . A wedge of light blinds her. The witch stands outlined in shadow on the wall before her. The child is no longer there, gone in the wisp of a blown out candle. The wind and wickedness pursue her into a vileness she cannot bear. Click Circling in the broiling sky is the nightmare that haunts her dreams, Her little legs move as though caught in an undertow, dragging her back . . . Screams choke in her throat. The evil comes, riding its burning broom on the thunder - screeching her name like a banshee. Click Screams pierce the night. She promised herself she wouldn’t this time, but the knife embedded in her back – it’s the same every damned time. Click. Flash. Thirty years have passed and she has beaten the dream. The spectre has left her and she is no longer afraid to sleep. . . . . . except when the curtains billow in the wind and lightning streaks the night sky screams pierce the night.