My Nightmares

n’t gone insane when I was younger. Or even sometimes I have wondered if I hadn’t died in my car accident instead a

use I was always depressed, I often thought of death. At Halloween, I had a cheap plastic glow in the dark skeleto

He didn’t know what exactly I saw at the time, until years later when other strange things happened that neither

authors. From Stephen King to Anne Rice, to Dean Koontz. They all fueled m

ay my brother Bill came into my room with it in his hands. As a child growing up with parents that

ough I wasn’t good at it. But the first night that it sat in the corner, I started t

brother hadn’t been playing tricks on me to scare me or something. But one night in particular it scared me the most, when I woke up in the middle of the night and my room

don’t know they are dead or that they are shadows from another time like a memory of sorts that lingers in old houses. Or one never knows if

ically thought it was my oldest daughter because she had to feed her chicken outside at this time. So, rushing over to ask her something, I look around and see no one there. At that m

t it was a sign that I was insecure, but I don’t exactly know for sure, because some nights when I woke up, I

om at night and there was no one standing behind me. Even though, I felt so

ething and there isn’t anything there? I get that a lot around here. Sometimes I f

mp in the night. If you heard your name called out from the end of your bed, would yo