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themselves before I spoke. “1:35.”
With a nervous hand running through my messy hair, I looked at my marked forearm, and said, “The last time I had a nightmare like that, you showed up.” The tribal tattoo flashed once to acknowledge my comment.
Quickly, I calmed myself and headed downstairs to grab me a bottled water from the kitchen. At the refrigerator I basked in the white light as I searched its innards for my drink. The bottles were hidden in the back behind the leftover Chinese food. As I reached inside something startled me. A sound emerged from the bottom of the shiny silver sink. I grabbed my water and shut the door to the fridge tightly. In the darkness of my kitchen the sound from the sink grew louder. It sounded like scratching. Almost like claws on metal. Slowly, I stepped up to the counter where our double-sided sink resided. Both sides were empty and still slightly wet from the earlier dinner activities and cleanup. The scratching doubled in intensity.
“Great, I think we have a rodent problem,” I said, to the darkness. We had a small mouse infestation when we first moved into this place ten years before, but never had any problems with the pesky cheese-snatchers since. “Mom’s going to be pissed.”
CLANK. BANG. SCREEEEEEEEEEECH. CLICK.
That wasn’t a scratch. I swallowed down a nervous lump in my throat and peered over the right side of the sink, where the garbage disposal was located.
THUD. CLANK. THWACK.
“I don’t think that’s a mouse,” I said, trying to ease my own panic. It didn’t work.
SCREEEEEEEECH.
I slowly leaned in closer. That was a mistake. A thin and pointy appendage emerged from the black hole. It was followed by another one and then another. I readied myself to scream when a fourth arm slid out. The tiny sticks reached out before snapping with disturbing cracks, like knuckles popping. With malicious intent they bent away from each other and jabbed their pointy ends along the outside ring of the drain. A hissing crept from the opening and six red slits appeared inside the blackness of the hole. They were eyes.
“Oh, no,” I cringed. The creature pulled itself up from the drain revealing the familiar snakelike head with spider legs. Its mouth pulled apart in a wicked little smile. Glistening saliva dripped from its razored teeth as it began to vibrate in place. The sink began to shake and then the kitchen counter. I turned to run back upstairs to my room but the floor started to tremble so badly that I almost fell over.
“Not possible!” I yelled out. The entire kitchen rattled and shook violently. The plumbing crashed against the walls and a pounding filled the house. With the speed of a ninja the spider-snake leapt from the sink with its arms ready to grasp any part of me. Its long alien body twisted through the air like a vicious corkscrew. I fell backwards and smacked the back of my head on a kitchen stool. The room began to spin as I fell to the floor.
The little demon landed directly in the middle of my chest but before I could pass out from the sheer terror and shock, another creature jumped from the sink. And another one frighteningly followed. Within seconds a steady stream of spider legged serpents were flying from the disposal. My kitchen was blanketed in their writhing bodies and deafening shrieks.
“Ripley! Help me! I need you!” I begged my tattoo, but when I looked down at my arm, it was no longer there. I screamed at the top of my lungs as a sea of monsters rolled over the top of me. Their miniature legs stabbed me repeatedly. Their buzzing mouths sinking into my flesh. I was trapped. I was finished. I was dinner.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
As my alarm clock rang in the new dawn I shot up in my bed, clutching at my mouth and face. It was only a dream, another nightmare. I couldn’t handle this. One horrifying dream in one night was enough. Ugh. Urgently, I slammed a shaky hand down on my alarm clock and fell back
With a nervous hand running through my messy hair, I looked at my marked forearm, and said, “The last time I had a nightmare like that, you showed up.” The tribal tattoo flashed once to acknowledge my comment.
Quickly, I calmed myself and headed downstairs to grab me a bottled water from the kitchen. At the refrigerator I basked in the white light as I searched its innards for my drink. The bottles were hidden in the back behind the leftover Chinese food. As I reached inside something startled me. A sound emerged from the bottom of the shiny silver sink. I grabbed my water and shut the door to the fridge tightly. In the darkness of my kitchen the sound from the sink grew louder. It sounded like scratching. Almost like claws on metal. Slowly, I stepped up to the counter where our double-sided sink resided. Both sides were empty and still slightly wet from the earlier dinner activities and cleanup. The scratching doubled in intensity.
“Great, I think we have a rodent problem,” I said, to the darkness. We had a small mouse infestation when we first moved into this place ten years before, but never had any problems with the pesky cheese-snatchers since. “Mom’s going to be pissed.”
CLANK. BANG. SCREEEEEEEEEEECH. CLICK.
That wasn’t a scratch. I swallowed down a nervous lump in my throat and peered over the right side of the sink, where the garbage disposal was located.
THUD. CLANK. THWACK.
“I don’t think that’s a mouse,” I said, trying to ease my own panic. It didn’t work.
SCREEEEEEEECH.
I slowly leaned in closer. That was a mistake. A thin and pointy appendage emerged from the black hole. It was followed by another one and then another. I readied myself to scream when a fourth arm slid out. The tiny sticks reached out before snapping with disturbing cracks, like knuckles popping. With malicious intent they bent away from each other and jabbed their pointy ends along the outside ring of the drain. A hissing crept from the opening and six red slits appeared inside the blackness of the hole. They were eyes.
“Oh, no,” I cringed. The creature pulled itself up from the drain revealing the familiar snakelike head with spider legs. Its mouth pulled apart in a wicked little smile. Glistening saliva dripped from its razored teeth as it began to vibrate in place. The sink began to shake and then the kitchen counter. I turned to run back upstairs to my room but the floor started to tremble so badly that I almost fell over.
“Not possible!” I yelled out. The entire kitchen rattled and shook violently. The plumbing crashed against the walls and a pounding filled the house. With the speed of a ninja the spider-snake leapt from the sink with its arms ready to grasp any part of me. Its long alien body twisted through the air like a vicious corkscrew. I fell backwards and smacked the back of my head on a kitchen stool. The room began to spin as I fell to the floor.
The little demon landed directly in the middle of my chest but before I could pass out from the sheer terror and shock, another creature jumped from the sink. And another one frighteningly followed. Within seconds a steady stream of spider legged serpents were flying from the disposal. My kitchen was blanketed in their writhing bodies and deafening shrieks.
“Ripley! Help me! I need you!” I begged my tattoo, but when I looked down at my arm, it was no longer there. I screamed at the top of my lungs as a sea of monsters rolled over the top of me. Their miniature legs stabbed me repeatedly. Their buzzing mouths sinking into my flesh. I was trapped. I was finished. I was dinner.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
As my alarm clock rang in the new dawn I shot up in my bed, clutching at my mouth and face. It was only a dream, another nightmare. I couldn’t handle this. One horrifying dream in one night was enough. Ugh. Urgently, I slammed a shaky hand down on my alarm clock and fell back
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