Imagine: Haunted Dreams Part I
Standing in a dark corridor, you saw a man staring at the painting. He stood still, both hands at his back, he was tall, wearing a black suit, same as the color of his curly hair. You were calling him but your voice wasn't clear, it was like you were speaking under the water. You called him again and this time he finally heard you. The man started to turn around to look at you but as he faces you he was starting to fade. This view breaks your heart, you don't want him to go. ”Don't go!” you scream trying to catch hold him.
”This will never be a goodbye.” he softly said as you felt his cold comforting hand against your cheeks.
”No, don't go.” you cried then he vanished.
You've been dreaming about him and in the end, he will just vanish like a ghost. Leaving you in pain and in tears.
”How many times should I tell you to stop reading horror stories.” your friend slash publisher, Josh scolded you ”Now you are not getting enough sleep and you are even dreaming about ghosts.”
”I'm just going to say yes so you will stop scolding me.” you said as you drink your coffee.
”I know you are doing this to get ideas for your book but..” Josh's voice was full frustration.
”I told you, it keeps me up and productive. I mean look at the painting I made.” you said pointing at the Gothic painting you just finished.
”It's dark, depressing and scary!”
”I'm going for dramatic and lonely.” you stated.
”Look, you don't need to go to the dark side to finish your book.” he said calmly. |cont. in ⬇️|#crimsonpeak #haunteddreamsbyredink17
You flushed the toilet, letting out a deep sigh. This was the third morning in a row where you had gotten sick. At first you thought it had been something you ate, but now you weren't so sure. You turned on the water and grabbed your toothbrush, desperately needing to get the taste of vomit out of your mouth.
"Mom, you okay?" Jack asked, walking into the bathroom.
"Yeah, sweetie. I'm fine." You answered, smiling just as you started to brush your teeth.
"You sure? This is the third morning you've gotten sick. Do you need to go to the doctor?"
"No, I don't think so." You replied, as you spit the toothpaste out.
"Mom, didn't you say you got sick when you found out you were pregnant with me, Lilly, and Daniel?"
"Do you think you're pregnant?" Jack asked sounding somewhat excited.
"No, honey." You chuckled. "The doctor said it's best I don't have anymore babies."
"Why?" Jack asked, following you down the stairs.
"Because when I was giving birth to Daniel and Lilly, it was very hard on my body, so the doctor said it's best that I just have you three blessings." You smiled, ruffling his hair. "So what do you want for breakfast?"
"Cereal's fine. I'll get it." Jack replied, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet.
"Alrighty, I'll go get your brother and sister." You said as you headed up the stairs. "Daniel, Lillian, are you ready for school? The bus will be here in thirty minutes."
"Yes, Mom!" Both kids called out from their bedrooms.
"Cereal's for breakfast."
"Yay!" Lillian called out as she raced out of her room and down the stairs.
"Woah, there Nelly." You laughed. "Be careful."
"Okay, Mom." Lillian smiled, going to make her cereal.
"I'm hungry!" Daniel said, leaving his room, as he head down the stairs.
"Well, go eat. There's plenty of cereal."
"Good, cuz I could eat a thousand boxes!" Daniel exclaimed, pouring a box of Fruit Loops into a bowl.
"Wow, that's a lot of food, bud." You chuckled. "You must be growing."
"You think so?" Daniel asked with a mouthful of cereal.
"I sure do." You smiled.
"Mommy, am I growing?" Lillian questioned, between bites of her Lucky Charms.