By Cathy Chapaty
The flu had been hard on James. For the second night in a row, he awoke suddenly, drenched in sweat. Another terrible dream: flashes of a sharp, silver knife repeatedly slashing thick flesh. Blood covered the recliner where a woman slumped, motionless.
“Thank god,” James whispered. “Just a dream.”
James had dreamt similar violence before—disturbing visions of rope-gripped strangulation and an occasional pillow smothering—always when he was sick.
He shook his head, and rose to grab a drink of water from the bathroom faucet.
Switching on the light, James froze at his mirrored image.
He was covered in blood.
An awesome and terrifying story.
Thanks, Brian!
Great job
Thank you, Vijai.
What a twist! Great writing!
Thank you!
My reaction was, ‘Holy!’
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