I stared at the aqua blue wallpaper of my room as the cars drive by and shine a light through my window and blinds. I was having a nightmare, though I don’t quite remember it. Not only that, but I was hovering over the nightmare by a thread, hoping not to be dropped and having to relive it. I slowly turned towards the windows so that a cool breeze would catch upon my face, though there was no such luck, and I began to burrow my head in the pillow.
The whole house was asleep and here I was awake, nervous and uncomprehending. I stand from my bed, jumping at the sound of a horn, and gasped along the way. I freeze for a moment watching the headlights burrow into darkness, and it is nearly minutes before I move as sweat trickles down my face. At a leisure pace, I open the door and step out to the orange floor with brown-burgundy patterns. Through the door, I can hear Sherri snoring, and so I creep across the floor, gingerly towards the living room with a box TV and couch decorating the room.
I sit on the couch and flick the knob of the TV, scrolling across the awakened and grainy screens. I messed with the antennas of the TV, which distorted the screen until I could get a clear picture. The volume on the TV was low, and I figured I had to watch it that way in order to not wake anybody up. When I sat down, what looked to be Saturday Night Live was on. Sometimes Sherri would have watch parties for certain episodes held with different people from our college, but I guess tonight she wasn’t up to it. I, however, never fell for the propaganda that it was a great TV show.
Soon again, I found myself flicking the knob and settled on what seemed a Public Access channel. There was a camera facing toward a man, and there seemed to be a man behind it as well. It seemed to be a film you’d find in Hollywood based on the quality. I could barely make out the words of the man behind the camera, but though the volume was low, I could make out an urgent tone. I couldn’t let this moment be passed up, so I turned up the volume.
“I mean this,” the man pauses. “We are beasts by nature, and we belong to none other than our animal instincts. We are no longer human, and I think it’s time you realize that.” He stared right into the camera as if he weren’t only looking at the cameraman, but at all of us who were watching.
I heard Sherri stirring in her sleep, so I turned down the TV a bit, still engrossed by the man’s words.
Then…there was the sound of clothes ripping. I looked around because to my ears there seemed to be noise where I was sitting, but I had to watch the TV scene to see it wasn’t anywhere nearby. This didn’t stop the slow terror rising and knotting up my throat. He was snarling and snapping his jaws as a rabid dog might, and saliva poured as if he could not control it.
“Is this a movie ?!” I nearly yelped out loud with alarm. It was downright absurd what was happening.
His clothes began to shred as he began to expand in form. He began to grow hair rapidly, with his skin becoming enraptured and consumed by the hair. His ears grew sharper and longer, almost elven-like but with a touch of animal, something wild and dangerous. The pupils of his eyes disappeared, turning into whites, pure and shining, then converting into a horrifying shade of red.
He barked suddenly and kept gnashing his jaws open and shut. A huge terror-filled scream filled the TV speakers and, in that instant, I raced to the TV and squeezed the knob, shutting it off as trepidation burned in my body. I then ran to my bedroom, plopping down on my bed with sweat pouring off of me more than when I had the nightmare that I was stuck in.
I began to stare at my ceiling again, petrified by the fact I couldn’t tell if this was reality if this beast existed and was out there prowling the streets. How many of us saw this and questioned our sanity? I clutched the teddy bear my mother got me for Valentine’s Day when I was feeling particularly lonely. I wished for mother, but no comfort came. It was already 2 am as my clock presented it, and I had a philosophy exam later in the day that I don’t think I’m quite ready for. Another fear made a fusion inside me, creating a hair-raising experience. So, I sat hugging that bear, inching away from the sounds that seemed as though footsteps were coming closer, all throughout the night.
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