I was at my house, in my room. And I was staring at a wall, waiting. More time for that later. But, what’s important is: I was tired. Four hours of shopping, manicures, the mall, food, and pedicures can really wear a girl out. Grace and I had spent a lot of time in the mall, obviously. Looking for the perfect dress for the both of us, for my sister’s wedding. So here’s how it went.
I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I spun around, on the balls of my feet, to find my best friend, Grace. She smiled up at me. “Hey, Brina! You ready to go to the mall?” Grace asked. I smiled back at her.
“Yeah. Let me dump my stuff in my locker,” I nodded toward my books and notebooks that were in my hand, “and grab my clothes, and things. Give me two minutes.” I started to walk briskly down the hall, toward my large blue locker. No one said anything to me, because no one noticed me, besides Grace, who was graceful, no pun intended. I opened the combination lock on my locker, which was 0/25/8. I dropped my stuff in there, grabbed my weekend bag, and loped to the office, where Grace was waiting for me.
“Two minutes, one second,” she said, joking.
“Ha ha ha. Hilarious,” I said back. “Ready?”
“Yup. Are we driving separately?”
“Um, I was thinking… Maybe we should drive to your house, and then we could take your car to the mall, so we can talk.”
“Sure. ¡Vamos.” We walked to our separate cars. Time to shop.
It was storming. I pulled my blanket over my head, in attempt to fall asleep. After our third movie, it was about 12:30 AM. Suddenly, the rain was quieter. Or maybe I was finally falling asleep? I didn’t know-or care really. I could hear a faint storing sound. And then blackness overwhelmed me.
The spiders. And snakes. Were… not real. I woke up screaming, from the nightmare. Grace was shaking me, trying to wake me up. I blinked, and I was awake. I was shaking, and covered in a veil of cold sweat. I kept thinking it. In the dream, I was in a very old house. There was dead silence but the creaking of the old, rotting wood under my feet. I turned a corner, to my right, and there were hundreds, maybe thousands, of spiders, sitting patiently on the wood floor. I screamed, and as if on cue, they started crawling toward me. I screamed again, and they crowded around the door that I entered through. There was another door, right across from the other one. I ran toward it, screaming, and when I entered it, I saw my fatal mistake. There were hundreds of thousands of snakes, piled, slithering, hissing, and licking the air with their forked tongues. I tried to scream, but I was paralyzed. The spiders crowded behind me, and I had no place to run. I was going to die. I finally took in a sharp breath, and I could move again. I looked up, but all I could see was darkness. I was done for. Just as I thought this, I could feel spiders crawling up my legs, up onto my spine. I tried to shake them off, but the snakes had coiled around my feet. I could feel needle sharp fangs piercing into my skin. The snakes were coiled up to my waist now. The spiders had completely overwhelmed my body. Every inch of my skin was covered in either snake or spider bites, and the snakes and spiders themselves. Everything went black.
“Brina, you okay?” I heard Grace ask. I nodded. “Kay. Well, let’s watch another movie. You look pretty shaken up. Is that okay?” I nodded again. She gave me a worried glance. I got comfortable, and looked at my hand, which really hurt. Puncture wounds covered the back of my hand and my palm. Snake and spider bites. I rolled over, and fell asleep again, after I stopped shaking so much.
I was standing in the middle of a circus. No one was there, but circus music was playing. I spun around in a full circle. I didn’t know which way to go. So, I settled on forward. I walked about fifty yards when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I spun to my right, and I saw her. Ms. Haerr, my sixth-grade Language Arts teacher. I ran as fast as I could toward her, hoping she could help me. When I got to her, she looked, literally, like a zombie. Half of her face was rotting off. Her murderous grin flashed in the moonlight. She limped toward me, snapping her jaw like an alligator.I backed up, terrified. I turned around quickly, and ran as fast as I could, the way I was going before I saw Ms. Haerr. I ran as fast as I could, until I couldn’t run any longer. I heard a rustling behind me, and assuming it was Ms. Haerr, I ducked behind a bright red flap of plastic, and into the performing arena. There was a wooden barrel off to the very left side, and I ran to it. Crouching in the shadows, I listened. There was a rustling. I peeked out behind the barrel, and automatically stopped breathing. Ms. Haerr came limping in under the tent. The barrel I was hiding behind started shaking. It got Haerr’s attention, and she was limping over. I sucked in a shallow breath. Adrenalin was pumping through my veins, and my heart was racing. Suddenly, the barrel burst open. A clown! I screamed inside my head. Ms. Haerr was beside the clown now, right in front of me. He rotting face was a foot from mine. I closed my eyes. They attacked me.
I was awake suddenly. I looked over at Grace, and was shocked into silence at what I saw. Her face was bloodless, and a bloody knife lay on her pillow, next to her ghost-white and beautiful face. A scream bubbled in my throat, but never escaped my lips. I was dead silent. A crack came from behind me, and I rolled back over very slowly. A masked figure was standing beside my air-mattress. I closed my eyes, hoping this was another nightmare. I opened my eyes again. It was still there. The masked figure cleared its throat. It sounded like a woman.
“There, there. It was Grace’s time, anyway. You’ll see her soon, Sweetheart,” she cawed in a Spanish accent. A shiver went down my spine, as she grabbed the knife, and murdered me.
The city’s noise awoke me. My sheets, comforter, and mattress were completely soaked with sweat. I touched my dripping hair. I rolled out of bed, and landed on the floor. But I didn’t find what I was expecting. Instead, I found I had landed on some rather curious feeling carpet. I rolled over on my stomach, and touched the carpet with my fingers. It was moving. Hairy legs scraped at my belly. I rolled off of the spiders. But, to my surprise, I felt nothing but scales scraping at my wet skin. I screamed my silent scream. I tried to crawl my way back to the bed, but once again, the snakes tangled me up. I shivered as the spiders crawled on me. A snake slithered so it was curled around my neck. When I squirmed, it tightened. I heard my door open, and gently, slowly, turned my head. Three human-shaped (more or less) figures walked in. In the middle was the woman, the serial killer that had killed my in my dream.
“Como ella en su cama. Es hora de que ella muriera,” the serial killer said softly. I knew enough Spanish to know what that meant. Get her into her bed. It’s time for her to die.
I was dragged by spiders and snakes into my drenched bed. I thrashed around, but the snake around my neck just kept getting tighter. Finally, I just gave up. The animals released me somewhat. Zombie Ms. Haerr held my legs while the clown held my arms down. The serial killer gently scraped the knife over my skin. And then she killed me.
Just before I sank into the pitch-black darkness, I heard something. “Es hora de morir, carnino,” the serial killer whispered. It’s time to die, Sweetheart. And then, nothing.
I first felt myself floating. And then, my senses were back. I could see the three people who had murdered me, the snakes, and spiders, down below me. They were hovering over something-my body. Right.
I looked around my old room, expecting to see a beam of light that only I could see floating in the air with me, ready to take me within its depths. No such luck.
I looked down at those poor souls. My murderers were grinning like the psychos they were. “I will get revenge for my death. And everybody else’s too. I will make you burn, and suffocate, as those dreams made me. I will get revenge on you,” I said evilly, softly.