Sunday, October 17, 2010

A Quarter to Twelve.


Lisa awoke from a very deep sleep. Yawning lazily, casting a glance at the old alarm clock by the bedside, she gasped at the time - a quarter to twelve.

The clock was frozen in time her head pounded and she shivered at the thought of an overwhelming sense of dread and nausea of what had happened the night before. " Oh what the hell?" she muttered. A dizzy spell took place and her eyes darted to and throw around the room.  Finally a memory, a small fragment shone through her mind of a vision that terrified her.

The last she could remember was standing outside her house staring into the bright beaming lights that glared into her soul. Fear and panic swept over her as she recalled the terror of the night before. Lifting herself off the bed and walking into the next room of her apartment she felt confused and dazed at seeing the room thrown into chaos. That was it - until everything blacked out...

Later, while lying in a hospital bed with her mother by her side comforting her, she regained consciousness and recognized the familiar faces around her. The doctor spoke and said -"She's beginning to stabilize." Her mother wept -"I should have seen it coming?" The doctor nodded and confirmed the diagnosis of a nervous breakdown. Lisa was left alone and screamed silently in her mind, "What - how can they do this?"

Throughout the night Lisa was ill with fever and appeared to be mentally unstable. Shaking and squirming within the bed the nurse administered a shot of sedatives and quietly soothed her by softly repeating, "Its ok Lisa, you are in safe hands, rest I am right here beside you." 

Early hours in the night, Lisa was aroused from her sleep by a strange noise close by her bedside.  A tingling sensation welled within her. Gripped by fear, she caught sight of a wispy dark figure staring coldly into her eyes.

Terror began to rise as a voice echoed in her mind that was foreign and commanding. She listened to the words that spoke in her head -"You cannot run, you have been selected." Forcing herself to scream at the evil predator and fighting desperately Lisa could not overcome the compelling and powerful force that had invaded her. Suddenly a blackness took place. There were no further memories of the night and she was later sent home. Though somehow, Lisa had not fully recovered.

Throughout the years the lingering battle continued to haunt her mind with vivid memories of lying on a metal bed. A bright light flooded the room while Lisa remained paralysed and was physically examined against her will. The probing's and the menacing faces of the dark grey creatures filled her  with terror as she watched motionless at the large owl, tar, black eyes that engulfed her mind.

A strong sharp smell of sulphur filled the air that caused her to loose consciousness; only to awake the next day with a vague and strange memory of a dark and sinister night.

Lisa no longer dwells upon the flash scenes of the eerie dark creatures that still mask her mind and has not had any more experiences. Not since the early days back in the time that her living nightmares took place.

Although, she shudders -when she sees the face on the clock that tells the time - a quarter to twelve.





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