Wayne's Nightmare by msboy8

Codes:
Flash true no sex Horror

I, msboy8, confirm that I am the originator of and the legal copyright holder of this story.

Originally published in Pleasures from the Pen

This is my first try at a Flash story. It was written from the heart not the head and it actually took a lot out of me. Thanks to Tristen for showing me how to write from the heart and for helping me over a stumbling block.

Wayne's Nightmare

It was an unreal time. I was beset by the demons within and the relentless hound. Just when I thought I would find some respite, there it was again. The sounds it made. Ripping, tearing and chomping, I knew I was done for. Then suddenly there was silence. A reprieve, I thought. No, the sounds started once again, louder than ever. At least I didn't have to witness the dismemberment in person. But I knew I was next. Next to be torn and ripped apart like a deep fried pig's ear. I would just be another thing to dispose of in a most horrible fashion.

There was silence again, and then a sharp tapping of claws as the beast got closer. I lay still, trying not to breathe, hoping against hope that it would pass me by and leave me in peace. It was not to be and I felt the hot, wet breath of the hound against my naked back. I tried not to react, but a small gasp escaped from my clenched mouth. The panting of the hound doubled as it realized I was awake. I moaned as I felt anxious claws dig into my defenseless back.

- - - - -

I awoke from a cold sweat in a pool of my own making. The sheets clung to my body like some ghastly shroud. It was over, had been but a bad dream. I tried to kick the sheet off me, but I couldn't move. My arms and legs would not respond to my will. I became frantic and started to hyperventilate. The sounds of the claws tapping on the hard, wood floor began and got closer.

I managed to turn my head and saw the big black dog coming to me. Something was gripped in its powerful jaws. It dropped the object on my chest and then sat, waiting patiently. I strained to see what the dog had dropped. It was a small, grey ball, the core of a tennis ball, after the outer covering had been peeled away. My memories flooded back into my conscious mind. At the same time I felt my wife's comforting hand on my brow and heard her voice. "Oh, you've had another nightmare. Let me change your sheets."

The full impact of what really was exploded in my mind. My MS had progressed and Molly just wanted to play ball like before, before I was stricken and unable to move. My mind was still alert, but there was no way to express my thoughts, a living hell that was far worse than being ripped apart by a dog's teeth and left to die. Instead I was trapped in the husk of a man and left to live.

© msboy8 2007

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