By Derrick Nadeau
Scott felt disoriented as he looked down the long, stark white hallway to the door at the end. As he focused on the door, Scott could hear what sounded like a woman crying on the other side. Scott took a deep breath, and slowly began to walk down the hallway. With each step he took, the door at the end of the hallway seemed to be getting further away rather than closer, yet the sound of crying seemed to be increasing in volume. Scott began walking faster, almost to the point of jogging, but still the door remained just out of reach. Frustrated, Scott stopped walking, and turned to look back in the direction he had come from, and saw nothing but a cold, empty darkness. Feeling panic begin to set into his mind, Scott turned back to the other end of the hallway, determined to run as fast as he could towards the door. As he turned, Scott was shocked to find himself suddenly standing directly in front of the door. Scott stared grimly at the doorknob, feeling an intense sense of trepidation., as the sound of the crying woman continued to grow louder. Scott took another deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves, then slowly opened the door in front of him. The door opened to reveal a heavy darkness on the other side. In the center of the darkness, a large bed could be seen bathed in a dim light. Scott was shocked to see a naked woman on her hands and knees on top of the bed, facing away from him. It was evident to Scott that the crying he had been hearing was coming from the woman on the bed.
“Are you all right,” Scott asked as he approached the bed cautiously.
“How could you,” the woman asked between sobs.
“I’m sorry? What did you say?”
“How could you do this to me,” the woman cried, remaining perfectly still on the bed.
“Me,” Scott asked. “What did I do? Are you okay?”
“How could you,” the woman repeated coldly.
“What are you talking about? What did I do?”
When Scott reached the head of the bed, he froze in his tracks and let out a loud gasp. To his horror, Scott immediately discovered the answer to his question. Through the dim light, Scott could see a large pool of blood soaking the bed directly under the kneeling woman. Upon closer inspection, Scott discovered that the blood was pouring out of a large gash cut into the woman’s throat. A sudden rush of panic filled Scott’s mind, and he began to stumble backwards into the darkness. As he moved back, the woman began to stir on the bed, rising up and appearing to float off the bed and onto the floor.
“How could you do this to me,” the woman cried as her body began to move towards Scott without moving her legs or feet.
“What is this,” Scott asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. At that moment, Scott tripped over something he could not see and fell to the floor.
“How could you do this to me,” the woman cried again, moving closer and closer to Scott.
“I didn’t,” Scott said, shaking his head furiously. “I don’t know what this is. I don’t understand.”
“How could you,” the woman asked again, this time a loud shout.
“Please,” Scott cried. “Don’t.”
“How could you do this to me,” the woman asked again, this time in a scream so loud that it hurt Scott’s ears.
Before Scott could say another word, the woman suddenly appeared directly on top of him, pinning him to the floor. Scott tried to push the woman off of him, but found himself unable to move as blood from the woman’s throat flowed down into his face. Scott felt terror overtake him as the blood flowed down his throat, choking him. Scott wanted to scream, but could not get out a sound as the deathly pale visage of the woman began to peel back, revealing a deep darkness underneath. Scott could only watch in horror as the darkness expanded out, swallowing him up into it.
Scott woke up with a scream and quickly sat up in his bed, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. Scott shook his head, trying to shake the horrible dream out of his head, and then rubbed his eyes wearily. Scott took a deep breath to calm his nerves, looked at his clock, and swore when he saw the time. Though he felt exhausted from a night of disturbing dreams and wanted desperately to go back to sleep, his clock told him that he had a mere six minutes before his alarm would go off to let him know it was time to get ready for work. Scott swore again, then stumbled out of bed to start his day.
Though he felt like a zombie, Scott managed to follow his routine and get himself ready for work. Once he arrived at work, Scott headed to the break room and bought himself a cup of coffee from the vending machine. Though he usually found the sludge masking itself as coffee served by the vending machine completely disgusting, Scott hoped that it would be gross enough to pull him our of his funk. As he tried to force the coffee down his throat, his mind suddenly flashed back to the blood choking him in his dream, and he almost choked on the viscous liquid. As he tried to recover from his choking, Scott’s friend Rich entered the breakroom and greeted him.
“Hey buddy,” Rich said. “You okay there?”
“Yeah,” Scott replied, clearing his throat. “Just trying to suck this crap down.”
“That stuff is nasty,” Rich said. “Why are drinking that?”
“Didn’t sleep well last night,” Scott answered back, trying to decide if he could stomach another swig of motor oil. “Figured this might help me wake up.”
“Yeah, you look like crap,” Rich said, shaking his head and chuckling. “Late night with Sarah?”
“No,” Scott replied with a sigh. “I didn’t even see Sarah last night. She had to work late. I’ve just been having some really bad dreams lately, that’s all. They’ve really been messing with my head and ruining my sleep.”
“Really? What kind of dreams?”
“Just,” Scott paused a moment, deciding if he wanted to discuss the nightly horrors his mind had been playing for him. “I don’t really remember them. I just know that they are bad and they are causing me to sleep like crap.”
“Sorry to hear that buddy,” Rich said. “Maybe you should have called in sick today.”
“Maybe,” Scott said with a frown. “But I think I needed to come in to keep my mind off of my crazy dreams.”
“Have you thought about going to see someone about this,” Rich asked. “It’s obvious that it is something that is really affecting you. You look exhausted.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Scott replied. “I guess I could try to make an appointment with my doctor later. Maybe that will help.”
“I’m sure they will be able to help in some way,” Rich agreed. “Come on, it’s time to get to work now.”
“Yeah, okay,” Scott said, dumping the coffee he could not stomach down the drain of a nearby sink.
As Scott and Rich exited the breakroom, Scott paused in front of the doorway to let one of his coworkers, a woman named Mona, enter the breakroom.
“Good morning Scott,” Mona said, offering a greeting smile.
“Morning Mona,” Scott said back, attempting to return a weak smile.
“Have a good day today. I’ll talk to you sometime later.”
“Sure thing Mona,” Scott said, as Mona walked past him into the breakroom. “You have a good day too. I hope it won’t be too busy.”
“Look at the ass on that one,” Scott heard someone say near him. “I bet you could have some real fun with that one.”
Horrified, Scott turned to see who had made such a crass statement, but was surprised to see that there wan not a single person around him.
“I must be hearing things,” Scott said to himself, letting out a frustrated breath. “My lack of sleep must be getting to me.”
“Come on,” the voice said again with a rough growl. “You know you want a piece of that.”
Scott looked around again, desperately searching for a source to the voice he heard, but was dismayed to once again not find a single person near him. Scott shook his head furiously, and hurried out of the breakroom. Scott felt a surge of panic as he began to worry that his mind might be slipping, causing him to begin to hallucinate. Scott ran into a nearby bathroom, walked up to the sink, and began to splash cold water on his face. Scott grabbed a couple of paper towels, dried his face, and rubbed his eyes for a long moment. Scott then took a couple of deep breaths, then glanced at himself in the mirror to see just how tired he actually appeared. Scott’s blood turned to ice when he saw the face of a stranger staring back at him.
“Hey buddy,” the stranger in the mirror snarled. “Remember me?”