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When i was a kid, i had a reoccurring nightmare where the world was divided. There was the good, protected by a green dome of energy, preventing the evil from coming in. It didn't prevent anyone from going out. In this world, to leave the good was to become evil, so no one ever came back.
We could all see the evil though, trying to claw its way in, screaming and laughing. A world of black and red, pain and suffering, insanity. As long as we stayed in the good, clung to the few good things left in our ever shrinking part of the world, we would be okay. At least, I thought so.
It always starts the same. Two of my cousins and I are playing with a soccer ball when we hear the squeaky wheels of my great grandmother's wheelchair. She's rolling towards the edge of the dome, towards the evil. We run after her, and we're so close to catching her. We were too late. She rolled into the evil, and we stumbled out after her.
I was the one to catch her. And when I turned her around... It was like all the good evacuated her, and all that was left was concentrated evil. Her eyes were an opaque white, her skin paled and even more wrinkled. And she was laughing, maniacally. She was laughing so hard, her head rolled off her shoulders. I jumped away, and my cousins started laughing with her. They started kicking her head like the soccer ball we had been playing with. And before I could say anything, they kicked the head to me.
The last thing I see before I scream awake is my great grandmother's head, bloodied and cackling, her jaw unhinged. She's coming for me, and she's going to take all that's left of the goodness in me.
 Arekitsu-Chan · Tue Jan 23, 2018 @ 03:24am · 0 Comments |
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