This is my Nightmare . . .
I would dream this nightmare at least a dozen times when I was a growing up. I would get up from my bed and walk down the hall to my parents room. The door would always be closed. I would open it and enter the room.
There would be the remains of both my parents crucified on crosses embedded in their bed where they would normally sleep. Their skeletal remains would be burnt and charred and still smoking. Yet never touching any clothing on them or my mother's hair which would just blow in the breeze.
It would be dark. A breeze from the bedroom window would blow into the room and toss the curtains about. Then the closet next to my fathers bed would slowly start to open and reveal a hole in the bottom of the closet and out of it would come smoke and fire and a demon. As if from a fiery pit inside the closet.
I would become so frightened all I could do was turn away and wait because I could no longer move. Yet, I could see this evil thing start to rise and slink it's way up and out of the closet I could feel it's presence behind me all the time. I would start to cry and when that happened I would always awake.
I've had many horrible nightmares in my life from the monsters in my closet, under my bed, to the creatures at the end of the hall hiding in every shadow and with every sound I would hear.
Ghastly Monsters, Ghouls, Movie Monsters, Alien Beings, The Undead, Vampires, Werewolves and things that would come and go into my nightmares while growing up. And I could get away from them By hiding under my blankets and breathing through the hole I left there for me to do so.
But, The Nightmare in My Parents Closet was the worst. It took me out of my safety zone where there was no place to hide. I was totally helpless with no where to go.
Between the ages of about seven and ten when I needed to be horribly terrified the Nightmare in My Parents Closet would return to my dreams whether I would want it to or not. Why? I never knew and that Nightmare would always be exactly the same. Every Time.