Well, have you ever wondered how come we dream what we dream? I have. So many times actually. But it still beats me up to now how I can never find out. Do u know the scariest thing to me? I don’t know about you but to me, its fear, I fear fear itself. I fear the moments of weakness when you can’t help yourself. And you know what’s worse? Fearful intangible things.
You know the kind where by in your dreams, you either cant run fast enough, or scream out loud because apparently,your voice is stuck some how. Those that they call nightmares are still my worst moments.
This blessed day that the story am writing takes place was a fairly good one. You know the kind of days that make you think,”well,I have had worse.” Leaving aside the normal hustles of the day, its the day my best friend Jenny decided to tell me what happened on their block as we were our lunch break.
A certain guy had been followed home and the moment he opened his apartment door, some one pushed him inside and sadly, raped the girlfriend, killed him, and took all the possible things any thief could take. Jenny ended the story telling me how scared she was of moving even when it was just remotely dark. After hearing this story, i replied bluntly like,”nah,we have heard a lot of such stories.”
My day progressed fairly and i didn’t even complain when my boss told me to work two extra hours. I went through the extra hours like a robot and was glad when i was done with the days work. Moving out of the offices, i hailed a taxi and sat wondering what i would eat for dinner and after much thought, i told the taxi to drop me at some take away food stall a block from my place.
There weren’t many people around so my order was processed fast and in like fifteen minutes i was walking home. I don’t know if this has to do with the human brain or something but its at the moment that Jenny’s story decides to get stuck in my head. I try to brush it away but it doesn’t work so i increase my pace a bit.
All the years i have stayed here, i had never felt unsafe but that day, God knows, i started panicking and looking around to see if any one is following me. By the time i reached the elevator, i had broken into a run. I sprinted down the hall to my apartment, dropped the keys twice with my shaking hands and successfully broke down a vase after closing myself inside while i ran around pulling down my window curtains.
The sound of the vase hitting the floor made me laugh hysterically and I was like ” what the hell? Jenny and her damn block.” I can’t lie, before i slept,I took caution in checking every where and sleeping with a knife at arm’s reach. It wasn’t long before i was sound asleep but that night was sure a remarkable one.
I heard voices in the bathroom, two guys trying to get in from the bathroom window,quarreling how hard it was to get in. I stretched my hand to pick the knife i knew i was keeping near but my arms were numb. I tried to scream but my voice got stuck and I couldn’t make a sound. I felt cold sweat on my back.
Then my bathroom door opens and i hear footsteps come closer to the bed, i start praying, i hadn’t prayed in so long but at that moment i felt my heart constrict. I felt a hand come close to pull my hair and let loose a bloody scream, woke up in darkness sweating, my heart beating fast and run around the whole house turning on lights.
Never had I been happier to hear the birds chirp in the morning. Up to now I haven’t come up with a thesis of how this comes to happen but until i do, i no longer want to know what’s happening ,not in my life.