
The original nightmare
A frightful tale I once endeavored
On a dark and stormy night
A dream that would stick with me forever
The wind whipped tree branches
A creak and a snap
Bolts of lightning flashed bright
Tore the sky with a booming crack
My family and I returned from an outing
When my body suddenly froze with fear
The entrance to my home was not quite right
And I was scared to go near
"Komm mal, gehen wir rein"
My mother beckoned me on
But in the dimness of the night
I knew something was wrong
Obediently, I climbed the stairs
With shaking legs, each weighing a ton
An endless journey up the first flight
When all I wanted to do was to run
As the front door creaked open
A giant red cyclops stepped out
Smiling coyly down from his great height
Yet, still, only I felt any doubt
My family, still oblivious
Followed cyclops inside
While glancing back at pale moonlight
I wished for someplace to hide
Following close behind my parents
I saw the familiar hallway, marble stairs
But the shadows from a dim, distant light
Brought on goosebumps and raised hairs
With just the blink of an eye
They were suddenly all gone
So, with a breath, I gathered my might
With a pounding heart, I proceeded on
A few steps brought me to the kitchen
A glimmer of hope made me peer in
Though instantly, my fear was proven right
As I beheld a scene worse than sin
In a cauldron stirred by a skeleton
My mother's head was churned round and round
Her grinning face staring, stiff and bright
I let out a scream and fell to the ground
Between tears, I called for my dad
I ran through the house, blind with fear
Down the hall, round the corner, to the right
There, my one-eyed father and cyclops drinking beer
My young heart never pounded so quickly
And I awoke with a trip and a fall
Back in bed, with the familiar glow of my nightlight
I was again safe from the first nightmare I'd ever recall
About the Creator
Lana
Professional freelance writer and aspiring poet. I love adventures, the outdoors, and my pets, and I am always looking for new ways to learn and grow in life.




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