• The Dreamer’s Hell


    “Look at that place mom!” I exclaimed. “We should go and see what

    it looks like inside.” My mother with her medium length brown hair and

    chocolate colored eyes scanned the ancient, ivy immersed, stone mansion

    with its red flaming torches by the dirt filled and scratched marble

    staircase. Meanwhile it was lit up in the soundless lightning that was

    zigzagging across the coal colored sky, never giving us a warning to when

    we would be blinded. She then looked at me as if I belonged in an asylum

    for the mentally insane. However, my sister, Samantha, with her dirty

    blonde hair and shimmering green eyes, looked awed at the towering castle

    crumbling slowly before our eyes and ran as fast as a doe spooked by a gun

    going off, but with excitement spreading all over her face. Before she could

    open the faded maple wood doors open, a blind, skinny woman with raven

    black hair, laughing baby blue eyes, garbed in a red Victorian styled gown

    with pearls at the base of her gazelle like neck and black satin high heels

    torturing her small feet making them look sore, opened up the bulky doors.

    Once she opened them, she sang out with giddiness of a child that

    made me feel uneasy, “Hello! I am your tour guide today, my name is

    Cherry Poplar! I am so excited to tell you about this historically rich

    manor! Please, come in so we can start!” We came inside and I immediately

    noticed that there were stone gargoyles whose faces were starting to fade

    away. However, they were strategically placed so that I felt like they were

    all staring at me, consequently, making me feel extremely unwelcome inside

    of the Victorian house, but gone unnoticed by both my mother and

    Sami. While we were walking and barley listening to Cherry as she told us

    the rich history of the manor down the constricted passage.

    Pigeons, ravens, and owls of all shapes, sizes, and colors flew closer and

    closer to us as if they were screaming. “ Get out, before it’s too late for all of

    you.” We kept walking through the narrow hallway, filled with ripped,

    faded and dusty furniture from the Victorian time period that was mostly

    dark, and red with skinny gold stripes. Then, we got shorter and smaller

    until we got to two hallways intersecting each other.

    “Where’s Cherry?” Sami squeaked.

    “I don’t know.” Mom squeaked puzzlingly. “Maybe she got sick of

    being in those high heels and decided to take them off.”

    “Where do you think she is now?” Sami whispered as we slowly grew

    back to our normal height and Mom seemed to grow smaller.

    “She’s probably putting some ice on her extremely sore looking feet.”

    I assumed.

    “Where’s Mom?” Sami fearfully asked when we were at our normal

    height.

    “I don’t know, maybe she went to find Cherry, even though she’s

    annoying.” I growled.

    “I thought she was nice.” She sorrowfully mumbled. Then, It blacked

    out as if the electricity wires were finally finished and eaten through by

    The small rodents infesting it over the years.

    “Brit,” Sami growled, I need to go to the bathroom.”

    “Can’t you hold it until its light enough to see where it is?” I

    frustratingly asked while tapping my foot rapidly.

    “I can try, but there’s no guarantees!” She angrily implied with a loud

    wine. Luckily, when it became light enough to see, we were right next to a

    bathroom marked in black Sharpie, Girls. I opened up the creaky, pinewood

    door and let her find a stall as I walked in front of her to go and sit down in

    a cobweb and dust filled corner. Once I sat down, I noticed a whirlwind of

    cold air going in a invisible counterclockwise circle in front of me, but

    never moving anywhere else. Intrigued, I took out a small peacock feather

    out of my dark washed jeans` right pocket and twirled it, watching it slowly disappear like it was going into an invisible portal to transport to another

    place and time.

    All of a sudden, I started spinning, stopped blinking, rolled my eyes

    So only the whites showed, and kept on getting faster until I had an out-of-

    Body experience. Seeing myself with rolled eyes and still crazily spinning, I

    spotted a woman to the right of where the whirlwind of freezing air was

    coming from. She was transparent, but you could tell she was ghostly pale.

    However, she had reddish black eyes that weren’t transparent and had a

    fearful, but sorrowful look to them. She was clad in a Victorian styled high

    collared white dress that had lace as it’s high collar, held up by two small

    pearl buttons to keep it close to her giraffe-like neck. Her Victorian look

    was complete with a diamond chocker, diamond bracelet, and a diamond

    ring that was glued on her left hand. Sami finally came out of her stall and

    started to scream with fear at seeing me wildly spin with my eyes stilled

    rolled back, but didn’t notice the woman diagonal to me.

    Finally, I woke with a start, with beads of sweats running down my

    face. I relaxed, sighed with relief, then closed my eyes to go back to my

    dream world, waiting for surprises to jump at any second, ready to immerge

    back to reality, ready to wake up.