A Mother's worst nitemare

Starting off with my back story. I'm married with a happy little family of one step-daughter and three sons. I don't call her step-daughter because I have been there since she was 2 yrs old so in these stories she will be just daughter. Lately I have been having very vivid nightmares' all including my children in ways a mother would not like to see her babies. The stories might not add up because there isn't really good transitioning cause the stories are from different days about different times. I hope you enjoy these creepy stories because they did creep me out that I couldn't go to sleep until I made sure my kids were fine and everything was alright.

***Chapter One***

One morning there was a chill in the air. I woke up like a usually do by the alarm ringing in my ear. I looked at my phone and it lit up blinding me with the time 6:15 am with the screaming text 'SCHOOL TIME' . I hit the stop button and sat up looking over at my son's bed that is next to mine. My 4 year old wrapped up in his Spiderman blanket half on half off the bed lightly snoring. But looking at him there was an uneasiness that I felt even though everything looked normal and the routine was pretty much the same start typically. I nudged him and prodded him to wake up 'Wake up my little bear it's time to go potty and get ready for school.' He wiggled and covered his face with his pillow 'I need to sleep.' I sighed and giggled at his cute effort to try and sleep in a little bit longer. I pretended to give up and sighed. 'Fine I will go wake up your sister and brother.' The older sibling usually take their sweet time waking up and getting dress so I usually put more pressure to getting them up earlier than the youngest one. After moving away and heading to the door I stop and give his way one last look and that uneasiness around him still gave me that negative vibe that would raise the hair on your arm.

Leaving the room I shuffle around to each bed of my daughter and son shaking them and the beds they sleep on to wake them. 'C'mon rise and shine before Aunt Helen leaves you behind.' My Aunt wouldn't leave without them but kids don't have to know that. My daughter usually saunters her way down the bunk bed ladder and shuffles off to the bathroom to handle her business and brush her teeth first. My oldest usually waits his turn instead of just using my bathroom to give himself more time to "stretch" while laying down in bed. After I have the two oldest kids almost halfway ready I go back to my room to check on the baby than head to wake up my little bear. When I reach the baby's crib I do the usual mom thing check to see if he is breathing by just getting eye level to them and stare them down to see their little body move the slightest breath. I see the baby give me the signs he is ok and I am able to stand up and release the air I was holding in to not wake him. I turn to walk around my bed and I stop before reaching the foot of my little one's bed.

I stared at him only to see him sleeping soundly, but the air about him still had a negativity that I just couldn't shake about it. I walked up to the side of his bed and looked over him for some kind of discrepancy that would give me some kind of sign to this anomaly. I than unraveled him from the blanket and gasped as I felt his wrist brush past my arm. It felt as if a flame just licked along my arm and burned for a second leaving a pinkish mark. When I grabbed his arm to investigate it was warm, but when I turned it over to look over his wrist is when I saw THE MARK. Not the usual mark you hear about in stories or like the ones you see in movies. But the demonic mark that you see and get the chills and shivers deep in your bones. I didn't know what to do my heart sank and I started to cry not the kind where you can control yourself and speak legibly the kind that has you blubbering and gasping for air as if you just got your soul crushed. My husband sits up in bed and starts asking what's going on. My husband is not a very emotional or spiritual person but when he saw what my mumbling words were trying to explain it's as if the color was drained from his face.

I held my son's wrist away from me as sat and pulled him into my lap and his eyes start to flutter open and then it hit him as his eyes landed on the mark of the beast. The burning sensation started to make his body convulse and shake and he starts to cry the most horrified heartbreaking sound a mother could hear. I brush his hair from his face and the soothing hushes that cracked from my voice to tame the fear that I know he feels but don't want him to know I feel them too. I try to show him my brave face as he cried 'Momma help...it burns' tears and boogers streaking down his face with a look of shattered innocence. Looking to my husband who looks as if he was pacing around like a chicken without a head I screamed. 'Help me!' I looked back down at my baby boy and start to recite the Our father with my blubbering speech breaking and pausing as if my words were being silenced by an unknown entity not wanting me to complete the psalms. It felt like memory gaps or the monster wanting me to forget the words so I couldn't help release my son. He writhed and twist shaking in fear as the words that did come out were hurting him. As I tried to complete the verses I didn't notice when my husband came to us and pulled him from my arms.

He paced and tried to coddle my son trying to calm but as he passed the door I noticed a black void. The hall light no longer shined into my room as it did when I left it. I could hear cackles and growling as if trying entice my marked baby into the darkness. I got up to try and get to my son that was screaming in my husband's grasp. I stifled and mumbled through an invisible grasp on my mouth trying to yell to my husband to go get the Holy water I kept in my desk. My husband caught on to what I was trying to tell him and turned on his heels and tried to walk out the door but to his surprise he could not leave. He looked as if he tried to run into a solid wall with his shoulder. He bounced off the invisible wall almost falling over with our son. The black void was like a force field not letting us out of the room. The entity must have known about the Holy water and sealed us in. My husband grunted and growled low like a papa bear ready for a fight. I tried calling to my husband to set our son down before he tried attacking the void head on but he adjusted our son in his arms and tried pushing through the void full frontal. Little did we know the void was already reaching out to grasp my son as soon as my husband tried to push past the doorway. I was stumbling to my loved ones but the ground felt like I was wading through mud. As I looked up from my feet I saw my son passing into the void and my husband slamming into the invisible wall and starting to topple backwards. I soon had to cover my ears from the screeching fearful cry leave my son's lips and echo through my body. His vibrato shook me to the core and I felt like my heart was just ripped out of my body. I was starting to get the grasp of my footing again and ran to the door as the void was fading and my son's screaming was fading.

***End***

I'm not sure I portrayed the imagery very well, but this nitemare felt freakishly real that I had to wake up and double check on him. I hope you enjoy the reading of this dream I will soon post the next one once I finish it.