Nightmares I – Children
Autor: balduino | Publicado: 2011-09-30T17:24:00-07:00





Nightmares I – Children


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By Balduino Alexandre Fantinel





Warning: If you don’t have steel’s
nerves and a strong heart do a favor for yourself, don’t read this tale. Don’t
tell after that you were not warned. 


He was running round that old house
and its bushes with his friends. They are boys and girls, seven at all, almost
of the same age and nine years old on average. But this time there was
something different, but what. He didn’t know what, but there was.


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continued to run and to play and the joke was as in the majority of cases
“hide-and-seek”. But there was something different, but what. He, normally, was
the chief of the group. This not because he’s the oldest or the strongest, but because
he’s the smartest. Nearly always he chose the jokes and divided the group. But
if he was the smartest why he didn’t realize what was different.


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joke ran very well and he heard the voices and shouts of joy of his friends.
Suddenly he heard a hard scream, that kind of scream that come inside, profound
or rather visceral. That cry did him and all the others friends joined and he
saw in all the same face of fear. And he noticed in the eyes of the others, as
a mirror, his face also scared.


&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Who
screamed, he asked and the answer came fast. It was Peter, answered Paul, Mary
and the others. Why did he scream ? Nobody knew to tell, but all told that the
shout had frightened deeply whole them. Where is Peter, then ? Mary told,
”there after that one bush”. I didn’t think and told “go all there” and we
went.


&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Why
I had this idea, why. There was Peter with an amazed face, his eyes wanting to
jump out of its orbits, mouth opened and stunned. He spends almost one minute
to answer our question, “Why did you scream ?”. He trembling told, “look”, and
pointed to the opposite side through the bush. And he thought again, “why did I
ask. ” The vision was terrible, a horror. He and his playmates saw a party.
However this was a strange party. A group of a thirteen people drank, ate and
danced listening to a strange music. But the astonishment was because of the
food and the drink. 


&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The
food was flesh. Yes, human meat. And was very simple to know because of the
flesh was served fresh and he and his friends saw one of them cut the flesh
with the victim already live. That poor human being cried of pain in a hoarse
and loud voice and the table companions just laughed and talked almost
screaming asking for more fresh flesh. He and his playmates listened clearly
they telling “It’s wonderful, I want more bleeding flesh” or “I like child’s
flesh”. While one served the flesh another filled a big glass with the blood of
another child that flowed of his neck. This child had his throat slit and the
blood flowed by his face and hair before to fall in the glass. This child
didn’t shout and was motionless. He was dead without another cut in his body
showing who he was there only to serve as drink, a drink of blood. 


&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; These
two children were hanged by a hook that crossed their feet and around on the
ground saw the corpses of other children already dead and almost totally
without flesh where the bones showed all the hunger and voracity of those
animals. No, no, he thought, to call them animal is to offend the true animals
and he thought again “they are monsters”.


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only noticed what was happening when he listened to Mary to tell, with a
tremble voice “They already know we are here”. Then he and his friends saw the
smile and the brightness of the eyes of those monsters. They also saw those
monster began to go out of their banquet and to come to direction of the bushes
where they thought were well hidden. And one of their shouted “more fresh
flesh, I like it”.


The fear took possession of them.
What to do. He was the leader and he knew he should take a decision but which
would be the best. His brain worked fast and his nervous system through his
mouth told “we go to run away, we are children and we can run more and faster
and we can pass through among the bushes easier than them. 


He with the responsibility of a
leader was the last to run away but, as he had a strong determination in a
little of time he was in front of them. All shouted, they and the monsters, the
firsts of fear and the last by joy. 


Little by little the children
noticed the monsters were each time nearer from them, as if they had a special
sense of smell or same a sixth sense. They seemed to guess by where they would
go by. And little by little at each time he looked back he saw one of his
friends to be caught and listened to their shouts when they had their throats torn
by the sharp teeth of the monsters. He felt who soon he would be caught. And
this feeling soon became a reality.


When he felt those hands catching
him, with large and sharp nail he was sure his end was near. And at immediate
he felt teeth beginning to dig in his throat. The pain was terrible … and …
suddenly … he woke-up. Was it a dream, a nightmare, just an imagination ? He din’t
thought more and went direct to the room of his parents running in the darkness
of the house.


He came in tearing and shouting by
dad, dad, mommy, mommy without same to turn on the light. In the darkness his
parents calmed him down and then he got to tell his nightmare. But, he don’t
was understanding, each more he told more they laugh.


He only understood when his dad
laughing began to tell “Don’t worry, my little son, they could have fear of you
but you not of them”. He returned to the reality when he turned on the light of
the room and saw his face and of your parents in the mirror at the same moment
that your dad told again. 


He saw bizarre faces in the mirror
and the voice of his dad telling “We are dead-lives, we are zombies, my son.





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The End


P.S. Have good dreams, if
you can … or nightmares … ah,ah,ah