What would you do if you saw a man you call Father was eating a woman you call Mother?
One night pass the hours of 12 am where people believe demons and spirit roam Solum had the urge to wake up, or did he wake up? Whatever time it was he did not know as he didn't stop to check the time. It felt like a dream as he got out of bed. It was dark only the faint rays of light reached his room by moon or street lights. It was quite, but yest the air felt distirbed. It all felt like a dream, in fact it felt like a nightmare.
A faint chill kissed Solum's skin all over as he slid both feet off his bed and onto the wooden floor that felt colder. He didn't put on any slippers nor socks, the floor was cold, but at the same time it wasn't. As if controlled or watching himself from a dream Solum walked to his door steadily and opened it. All the lights in the house were off, but he could see enough not to stumble into anything.
He breathed in holding his breath for a second as if he had forgotten to exhale. He walked through his door carefully, step after step. He reach the stairs that led down, and it was darker, but their was this urge that was forcing him to keep moving down. Solum took the first three steps and for whatever reason his mind counted. His breathing then hitched in his throat, carefully he kept walking down again. On the eight step the hairs on his skin seemed to gain life standing up.
On the night stair his heart was racing for an unknown reason. On the ninth step the hairs on his body was trying to pull out of his pores. And the twelveth step his body started trembling. The was a part of his that wanted to flee all the way back to his room, but there was another part that kept him like a puppet on a string to go forward.
On the thirteenth step Solum poked his trembling head around the corner of the wall. His heart was in his ears, a lump in his throat and his skin felt painfully wet.
There around the corner that led a view straight into the kitchen was something large was moving aggressively on top of the counter, moving back and forth and side to side at times. Solum kept looking. It was his mother laying dead.
Behind his mother was a man, his father. Solum kept staring seeming as his father was eating his mother. At that moment Solum saw the splattered blood throughout the kitchen and the metallic heavy scent of blood through the kitchen air.
Solum wasn't sure but he was no longer breathing, it was dark, but the scene before him felt so bright. His father's dead dipped down to his mother and as the sound of slapping moistured flesh was heard also with the snapping sound of organs and flesh followed.
Solum was a puppet when being led down the stairs from his bedroom and minute ago, but right now those strings had no holder. He stared seeing as his father, no this creature chest to forehead opened pulling the insides of his mother in. This was indeed a nightmare.
Solum with an empty heart and feelless body took a step backwards, and then another and then another before slowly turning. With each movement he trembled, but he didn't know what else to do at this moment. He went back up the stairs, turned the corner, went to his room, entered and walked to his bed.
He didn't close the door as he got into bed and laid on his back staring into the ceiling. He stared and stared stuck in a daze and before he knew it all was not seen. Whether he slept or his mind forgot to think he did not know, but that night after seeing what he saw nothing else after laying on his bed did he remember.
The next morning Solum was woken up be the sun rays that were trying to get in his eye. He shifted away opening his eyes. Feeling it was morning he sat up his body feeling like he was carrying a ton on his back. He was sure he got full hours of sleep last night, so why did he feel so exhausted?
He didn't think much, but looking down he saw that his bed was wet.
" Shit," Solum cursed silently to himself not understanding the meaning of this, usually stuff like this had never happened before and to make matters more confusing he didn't remember the dream that might have caused this.
Standing up with a simple lazy stretch he pulled himself to the bathroom. He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and seeing himself in the mirror under his eyes were dark as if he hadn't slept for days. He sighed ignoring it and got dress. He took his school bag from his chair putting it over his shoulder. He walked to the door reaching for the handle and a sense of déjà-vu washed pass him. Solum didn't think much of it, but reaching into the hall way the feeling crawled up his head again.
Everything was out of place ever since waking up. Normally he would wake up and hour before school studying before the sun even touched their house, if he was late he would be in a hurry, but right now he wasn't and third these odd sense of familiarity that made his heart beat faster.
Solum kept walking with each step that felt familiar as if he was seeing foot steps on the ground that he was following, as if he was programmed. As he reached the stairs he only stared down on it. Solum was hating this feeling of blind fear. Why was he moving so slow? Why was he hesitant? Why didn't he want to go down?
Solum shook his head and with quick movements he went down, but as he reached the third stairs he heard something in his head.
" Three,"
It was looked as if the view before him was dark, but yet bright at the same time. Like see was seeing two versions of the same stair way. One black and night and the other bright as day. And at the same time he felt was if he was watching himself move.
Solum kept going and there the numbers eight, nine, twelve and thirteen echoed in his head.
" Why am I counting the stairs?" Solum wondered his voice trembling in his head.
On the very last step Solum was already shaking all over. Every cell in his body screaming at his to run.
Solum turned to the kitchen counter with a memory of a dark, gut twisting feeling Solum felt lost.
What last night not a dream?