Just posted a new short story..it’s not my usual thing…..no humor, no comedy, no witty comebacks.
Instead it’s about a nightmare that I had for years. The same one, over and over again. From the time I was seven years old until I was in my thirties I had this nightmare.
I’ve always believed and always been terrified.
Because one night, when I wasn’t supposed to, I sat in front of the tv set late at night in the dark, and watched Night Stalker with Darren McGavin. Bad Carrie. Little did I know how badly it would affect me.
I didn’t eat for 3 days.
I didn’t sleep for 3 days.
When I finally did get to sleep, there were the nightmares. Night after night after night. For years.
I don’t know why they ever stopped, and why they never restarted. Even when I read the twilight series, and had a few screamers in the middle of the night, the repeating nightmares of my youth never appeared again.
And that’s just fine and dandy with me!
But check under my WIP’s for the short story entitled Mom? and you can see what it is that really goes bump in the night.