Ramil Ephrem L.

Sanchez XI-Franklin
Sleep Tight
This was a common dream and as usual, he could control his actions to an extent.
The warping halls of his familiar school went by unnoticed for the most part, but twisted
his school into a strange progression where he could enter a room and teleport into
another place. He found himself late for class, but managed to talk to every one of his
friends in a matter of seconds before turning around and seeing her.
She stood seven feet to Ramsey's five and a half, and was entirely black. Her hair
was waving around and reminded him of medusa’s snake hair with a blank look on her
face. He tried to go around her but found that no matter how he moved, she moved with
him.
"Excuse me," He said, but the girl did not even allow him. She was confused. How
could he get around her if he wouldn't move? He thought back and realized that there
was the warping halls in this dream. He turned and rushed through the nearest
doorway.
After closing the door, he sank down to the ground, feeling worried. This dream
had so far gone his way, but she did not. He found himself sweating a little as he stood
and prepared to go back through the door, which he knew would put him across the hall
from his next class. He opened the door and rushed through. She was there.
Her face was twisted into a hurt expression. Ramsey sensed that she was bothering her,
and promptly turned to go back into the classroom he had just come from. She was
there.
Now she looked angry. Ramsey just wanted to get out of this place. He glanced
left and right, but found that no matter where he looked he met her disapproving gaze.
Frustrated, he balled her hand into a fist and launched it at the girl's face.
Ramsey's eyes fluttered open.
His room was dark and felt strange. Relieved to be awake, he attempted to
stretch. He wanted to get a glass of water and try getting back to bed. But he found that
he couldn't move. He couldn't even turn his head.
Trapped as he was, he concluded that this was another dream. His eyes scanned the
room for anything strange or out of the normal. His posters were all where they were
supposed to be. The hot posters of Tanduay calendar girls, placed there many years
before, were still intact. His door was slightly open, as it had been when he had gone to
bed. She was standing there.
Ramsey's eyes grew wide and fixed on the intruder. He felt chills run through his
body as the figure opened the door further.
She was no longer a girl, now she was just a shadow. Her eyes were red circles and every
part of her oozed with evilness. She threw his door wide open and he shut his eyes
tightly, wishing with all his might for this to end. “Please be a dream”.
He could feel the figure stepping closer. The smell was annoyingly sweet and he could
feel it invading his body. He tried holding his breath to shut it out. “Please be a dream”.
He gasped for air as he realized that holding his breath was impossible. he
opened one eye only to see her leaning over him. He shut her eye again. “Please be a
dream”.
He felt a touch like ice on his shoulder. It ran up his neck until he could feel a
hand of ice holding his chin. He felt himself starting to tear up. He tried with all his
might to struggle against the figure as he felt his face right in front of his.
Suddenly he felt an urge to open his eyes. He struggled against it before realizing
that it was pointless. In his mind there was only terror, except for a small presence that
appeared to be looking for something. Suddenly, surprise boomed through his mind. He
felt the presence fight from his unconscious to his conscious thoughts before jumping
out his mind.
Ramsey finally opened his eyes. That horrible figure was still there, her red eyes
meeting his. He tried again to escape, but found that he could only open his mouth.
Ramsey screamed at the top of his lungs. The figure heard the movement in the house
and seemed to be waiting for it when suddenly she wasn't there. Ramsey could feel him,
however. He scanned his room and saw a flash of red in a corner of the ceiling, directly
over the door. Ramsey closed his eyes.
Ramsey's mother appeared in the hall and looked into her Son’s room. "Ramsey?"
she called, "Are you all right?" She stepped into the room and ran over to his son,
shaking him to try and wake him up. Ramsey's eye shot open, looking at the figure over
the door. The girl was no longer looking at Ramsey. It was looking at his mother with
eyes that were now blazing bright.
"Mom!" Ramsey's mother followed his son's gaze and fixed on the figure. He
opened his mouth to scream but couldn't. Confused, he put his hand to his throat.
Ramsey watched her mother closely, hoping that he would still be able to yell somehow,
when he noticed what looked like dust blowing gently from his mother's head.
Ramsey screamed again as his mother dissolved before his eyes. In a matter of moments
his father was in the room, arriving just as his wife had blown away. He was holding his
pistol ready to pull the trigger, scanning the room as he dissolved too.
Tears flowed from Ramsey's eyes now, pouring like rivers over his cheeks.
Finally, he was able to get out of bed. He ran to where his parents had been but there
was nothing left of them. He fell to the floor and sobbed.
When Ramsey finally stood again, he had only one thought in his mind, burning like
fire. The figure was standing in front of him again, its head tilted as if it was going to say,
"What do you think you can do?" Ramsey balled his hand into a fist and launched it at
the figure's face.
Ramsey's eyes fluttered open. He sat up in bed and rubbed his forehead, relieved
to be awake. He got up and left his room, automatically closing his door behind him as
he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He splashed his face with the water to try
and get the thought of that dream out of his head. Returning to his room with a glass of
water, he felt almost like he would be able to get back to sleep.
Ramsey opened his door. She was there.
The glass of water hit the floor and spread like a tiny tidal wave over the
hardwood. Scared and Quivering but feeling in control, Ramsey balled his hand into a
fist and launched it at the figure, feeling like resetting this was a better deal than
whatever she could do. But before his fist met the figure's face it started to dissolve
before his eyes. The dust blew in the breeze of a window at the end of the hall and
Ramsey suddenly felt the horror throughout his body again. He tried a left-hand punch,
then a kick. Every time he was about to strike the figure, his limb would dissolve. The
dust came off of his arms and legs, and slowly spread up his body only to stop at his
neck. This wasn't like her parents disintegration, though. This one involved blood. It hit
the floor and suddenly rose up as a thick mist.
Ramsey's head hit the floor, his eyes open in a horrible, tortured expression.
He didn't even get a chance to scream.