I stirred from deep within my sleep, unsure of what had woken me, but too tired to put any further thought into it. The mist of an unfinished dream swam around my head, distorted and fading with every second.
I must have gone back to sleep because daylight was beginning to creep across the winter sky by the time my eyes shot open in terror. The dream I had just been torn from had been so vivid, I could hardly believe it hadn’t been real.
I uneasily began to reflect upon it, as I often did. I kept a dream journal after my psychiatrist advised me to. I began to scribble down exactly what had happened before the memory had a chance to escape me.
I’d been lying in bed, struggling to sleep. This wasn’t unusual as I often had trouble sleeping. However in the dream, I was being kept awake by a deep sense of fear hiding somewhere in the back of my mind. I’d been so sure that something awful would happen that I hadn’t blinked in over a minute. I could feel the sting on the surface of my eyes like wasps were trying to get inside.
That was when I heard it.
It was a common noise, something that normally wouldn’t have shocked me. As I lay in the still blackness of my bedroom, I heard a key scratch at my front door followed by the creak of ancient unoiled hinges.
That is, it was a common noise, back when my father was still alive.
The noise continued, heavy footed steps in the hallway, stumbling as though drunk from a night on the town. They reached the stairs, getting louder with each thud. I began to shake as the familiar shriek of a body using the hand rail for support made its way through the once empty house.
The footsteps were closer now, right outside my bedroom door. Just a thin wooden panel separated me from whatever was standing outside. I could hear heavy breathing, as something began to scratch at the door. The paint seemed to be peeling off as claws grasped at the wood, eager to get in.
As I lay, paralysed in my bed, eyes wide open, staring across the room. The door crashed to the ground and it, he, cast a dark, menacing shadow into the room.
I woke up.
Putting the pen and paper down I finally realised why I’d felt so uneasy. On the floor lay the remains of my bedroom door. I looked up into the now light enough to see room, and he looked back at me.
25 Comments on 'Waking Nightmare'
Oh my… I’m kinda scared to be in my bedroom now. (The only place where I feel safe… so much for that!) But seriously, that was a very satisfying pasta. Loved it. :3
…uh…hey dad. Long time no see?
hi dad long no see i thoght you were dead
great pasta it was delishes
Oh, hey dad! How’s li- I mean… afterlife?
WOAH that was creepy <3 I loved it! Will eat again ! ^///^
Nice! Definitely creepy 🙂
I LOVE IT lets tell jeff and smile
I feel that you could have created a better moment about the door breaking down.
Feels a bit rushed, but after that, pretty good! 9/10 breads!
Damn it dad! When you die, you are suppose to stay dead! Do I need to kill you again?!
Lol I rate 8/10 because it was slightly boring and Icouldnt put myself I. His shoes, but at the same time kept me really interested in in. And for that I like it. (If you don’t like my reasoning, well its my own opinion. So eh.)
Dad? Were you watching me sleep?
Tasty pasta! It makes me want to sing “We are all living in a dream.” That’s not the songs actual name. I just heard it on Vine and it fits this perfectly. 9/10 breads to you.
Oooh I liked that one 🙂 Great pasta!
house keeping cx
Creepy!! Too short tho! Bugs my ass a bit when it only takes me 10 minutes to read a pasta!! Still very good, thoroughly creeped out! But I’d have loved more details and a longer pasta! If there had been longer id given it 5 but I gave it a 4, not that it wasn’t great so, don’t take offense!! This is what the comment section is for! ☺
Oh hey dad. How’s it going? You don’t look a day past dead!
Hi da-an’t you dead?
hey, I never do anything for my narrations without permission, my I use your story in a YouTube video on my channel, I can recommend you on here through my YouTube channel if you would like I’m using narration and gaming but this will be the first video I upload but I have had a channel once before I would love to use your story because I really loved it.
Eyyy papapia, how’s it poppin️!?
dead dad stories haunt me
my dad died before i was born and ive always been convinced he would come haunt me for some reason..
(movie i saw when i was a kid.. lets be real)
so reading this i just picture my dad even though i havent met him its easy for stories like this to put an image in my mind
Those lines at Walmart really are killer, huh pop?
I enjoyed this pasta. The fear of having a waking nightmare or sleep paralysis terrifies me. Though I did feel like there wasn’t much explanation going on. Was the shadow a ghost of their father? Maybe a visualization of fear itself? Overall, I give this pasta a 4/5.