Horror

Night Horror, P. 155

     I don't know how long I have been asleep, but in my dream, men are running around, yelling at each other. I find myself screaming at them, demanding to know, over the roar of a towboat engine, "What the hell's going on?" I bolt up; awakened. Instantly voices surround me. "Darrin!"

     "Go back to sleep."

     "Something is wrong…listen! We're being raided!" The fear in my voiced matches my racing mind as it processes a hundred different scenarios. What's going on? How do I prepare for what is about to happen? Desperately searching for my eyeglasses, I find Darrin's flashlight and shoot a beam out the screen door. I can't move, momentarily paralyzed by fright. Less than ten feet away is a grounded barge. This just can't be. I'm dreaming.

     "Darrin, wake up!" I scream.

     "What's wrong?"

     "There's a huge barge looming over us. It's…it's huge," I stammer.