Step…Scrape…Drag…

Musty, moldering mewls
could be heard from
niggling, hallway floorboards
and something like walking,
and dragging the dead.
  
Step…scrape…drag.
  
Moaning, rasping, groans
whispered from every,
darkened corner.
 
Step…scrape…drag.
  
Hidden beneath the covers
gripped tightly over my head,
quaking, shivering panic
held me fixed without a peek.
 
Coming closer it seems,
in the jet-black of this
morn…I can’t tell if I’m
dreaming or in a
nightmare of real hell.
 
Step…scrape…drag.
  
This inn I thought was quaint
during daytime’s friendly light,
has twisted  and transformed
into a terrifying night.
 
Now daring to entertain
just one eye out from under,
I catch sight of an apparition,
…undulating…drifting free
below the chandelier.
 
Dressed in top hat
and tails, ready for a
formal occasion…or
scaring the hell out of
a traveling sightseer.
 
Breath catching in my throat,
I gasp in abject terror at
the grimace on his face
and the mocking of my fear.
 
I flail and fling crazily,
wildly trying to gain
momentum, and suddenly
come to find myself
awakening on the floor.
 
Just a dream…it must have been,
now calming my ragged breath,
I look around and steady myself
with assurance and relief.

Now starting to climb
back into bed…I spied it
trailing off…the vestiges
of a phantom figure
vanishing through the wall.

Joy (Hedgewitch) is our hostess today at dVerse.  I guess I’m getting a step up on Halloween.  I felt like something spooky for today’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/02/open-link-night-week-64/

In My Dream

In my dream, I run
Ghostly visions of past lives
Overtake my mind

Film Noir

Nightmare Disorder

Image by Alaina Abplanalp Photography via Flickr

 

Nightmares awoke me;
I tossed and turned.
My night was restless,
bringing me dread.

I stayed up  way too late
watching a story of terror
and knew that it may
backfire, bringing
dreams of despair. 

The movie was a good
one and had my full
attention, but the graphic
nature of bloodlust
nearly did me in. 

Muttering to myself
when all was said and
done– I hope I don’t
have a nightmare–they
leave me feeling wrung. 

Now I hope I will recall, this
night of great unrest and never
again view a film that
brings me such distress.

Nightmare

The cat without a name

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I have a reoccurring nightmare where I am frantically trying to lock the kitchen door at the house where I grew up, while an unknown, sinister presence is fast approaching.  I fumble with the latch, opening and closing the door, and I am beside myself that I just can’t get it to lock!  My heart is pounding with fear as I realize the presence is drawing closer and closer through the outside darkness.  This dream has been haunting me for decades.  This is how it began:

It was the summer of my seventeenth year when it started–we were being “peeped”!  We were a household of four, cute sisters, as well as an attractive mother which, I’m sure, added to the appeal of being targeted.

One of my sisters had a couple of friends visiting one evening and they were all in the bedroom yakking and giggling when my sister spied a man’s face peering in at them through the open window.  Screams ensued, the man ran off and we tried to forget it.

But some weeks later, while I was reading in my parents’ bedroom one night (they were not home); I heard footsteps slowly approaching the window.  A brother and his friend were out in the living room, so I went to them and whispered urgently that someone was prowling around outside!  They stealthily crept out the front door and around the side of the house and surprised a guy that they then chased across the neighbor’s backyard and tackled to the ground.  He was dressed only in bra and panties!  After my brother threatened him with “stay away from our house or else”, he sent him packing and he never showed up again.

But it was the next incident that scared us the worst.  After falling asleep one night on our enclosed porch with one of our Siamese cats snuggled in next to me, I was awakened abruptly to find my cat leaning over my head, peering intently through the darkened window, growling quietly under his breath.  I froze with fear when I heard the now-too-familiar sound of foot falls, and then, with my heart pounding in my ears, heard the door knob being jiggled back and forth inches from my head!  Someone was trying to get in!  (Thank God the door was locked.  It was rare that our doors were ever locked in those days).  After a few suspenseful minutes where I couldn’t bring myself to move, the bathroom light suddenly came on.  I leapt out of bed and ran to the bathroom where my mother had gotten up to go–and breathlessly told her what had happened.  That same moment, one of my sisters came home and I anxiously recounted what had just occurred.  It was there, where we were gathered talking, that we noticed the outline of large, dirty shoe prints on the living room carpet!  We tracked them through the dining room and on into the kitchen to find the kitchen door wide open to the outside!  He had actually come into the house within feet of where I had just been laying!

This episode began a series of events that started with someone providing my brother with a shotgun for our protection!  Our father was mostly an absentee one so my brother took matters into his own hands.

One evening he decided to lie in wait in the dark shadows of the backyard and see if our intruder would show up.  His ammunition was rock salt so it really wouldn’t do much bodily harm if he did manage to hit him.  Well, lo and behold, after a short wait, here came our guy!  My brother took careful aim from his hiding place in the shrubs and fired–hitting the backdoor!  The guy took flight with my brother in hot pursuit.  They ran down the street and around the corner where my brother again took aim and this time hit his target square in the buttocks!  At this point, our intruder really became frantic and sought sanctuary with one of our close neighbors, screaming that there was a madman after him trying to kill him!  When my brother caught up to them and set the story straight, the neighbor and he detained the guy until the police arrived.  This man turned out to be a different prowler than the previous underwear clad “peeper”.  I don’t remember if he was ever identified as the one who had earlier entered our home.

We had no further incidents after that and no charges were filed against my brother.

But the nightmare remains for me.

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