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A Replay of Dreams by Taeryn
“And ssso, how do thessse dreamsss make you feel?”
The psychologist was facing away from Shell as she asked this, in the
same place she always was. Shell could hear the click-clack of what
must have been her shrink’s laptop.
“Listen, Miss Kelly,” Shell said sulkily. “I couldn’t say why I’ve
been having these dreams so don’t ask me again.”
Shell looked over at the brown velvet back of Miss Kelly’s chair with
disdain. She had been coming to the psycho psychologist for around two
months now. Ever since she had started having those blood-chilling
dreams that often ended up with her screaming and thrashing in bed.
Her well-to-do parents had freaked out and called, a while back, the
medical institution to ask for a psychologist. Just now had they
actually taken her unfortunately, the cheapest available was “Dr.”
Kelly, who had the lowest prices.
“Now dear, calm down. I’m not going to asssk that again. I’d sssimply
like to hear what they are about.” Miss Kelly click-clacked a bit
more, making Shell ground her teeth in frustration. That stupid
lisping accent of Miss Kelly’s was going to drive Shell insane, right
before she killed her of course. But Shell knew that she had better
spill something or the consequences were not looking good.
“Fine, sheesh! I’ll tell you already, but if you run screaming from
the room, it’s not my fault.” Shell paused and flashed a quick glance
over at that stupid, bloody chair. Though now that she realized it, it
was only a few spots on the chair that were dark blotches, faintly
resembling red, against the back. She shrugged but continued on.
“I’m always talking to someone, but it changes in my dream, who I’ll
think it is, I mean. My mum and dad are the usual victims. Victims of
what I’m, not sure, but their conditions get worse and worse ‘till I
can no longer even recognize them anymore.” Here, Shell shuddered, the
fresh images of her parents coming to mind. The way their flesh had
hung from their bones at first, they had decayed slowly; each dream
had a more gruesome feel.
A crunching sound was heard from behind the chair, where her shrink
was and another click but no clack.
“Go on, my dear. The wallsss are comfortable to ressst on if you’re
feeling like moving around. The pillowsss are the quite niccce on my
old bonesss. Well, not too old…anyway travel doesn’t sound to well.”
While Dr. Kelly had been talking about all that fascinating
information about her stupid room, a creak caught Shell’s attention.
She shook herself, then began talking about her dream again.
“Always, when I see the person, there’s this gasp and a jab of
something breaking on their undead bodies.” Again Shell stopped, her
eyes drawn to the back of the chair where her shrink was sitting. Her
heart thumped loudly as she heard the familiar
click-clack…click-clack. This was beginning to seem too familiar.
“I can’t seem to think, just fear. During this, almost all I can see
is the bones, protruding at such an impossible angle. Paralyzed, I
cannot move and the noises come closer.” Shell was too far caught up
in her memories of her dream to hear the swiveling of Dr. Kelly’s
chair. Shell’s eyes were slammed shut, trying to forget the horrid
details.
A rasping, clogged sound came from Dr. Kelly’s throat. “What next?
What did you ssse?”
Shell jumped, but pursued the rest of the story, still oblivious to
her surroundings. “The squelch of the rotting flesh hits the carpet,
and I see the blood splattered on the floor.”
A low thud sounded and the lights went dim. Dr. Kelly was finally out
of her chair.
“Looking up, I see their deteriorating faces ready to devour me, their
own still alive kin! But,” Shell slowed down as if realizing
something, “no one hears me when I scream…” She suddenly stopped and
rapidly open her eyes to gloom. “Dr. Kelly?”
Finally a large blob was seen and Shell whimpered. A hand made solely
of festering bone and blood reached out to her, resting on her
shoulder. Shell started shaking. As she thrust her hand out into the
darkness, she encountered something hard and rigid surrounded by
decaying skin and muscle.
“No one can hear you scream, you say?”
Shell nodded, a quick savage gesture. “But, it’s always me who devours
them, Doctor…” The skeletal hand recoiled from Shell’s shoulder. Shell
stood and flashed a pearly white smile, a mouth with sharp canines,
just waiting to bite into their goal…
A loud crunch was heard, an inhuman gasp, then only a steady grind of
jagged bones being ground into powder. The ghostly white grin sliced
into the darkness, waiting.
2.2006
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