never fall asleep - creative writing horror story

‘ Never fall asleep…’

A

long the narrow street leading away from the village, dusk was eating away light, anywhere it could find some, as a predator would search its prey until its hunger would be satisfied. All the surroundings were now vanishing, together with the cobblestones of that narrow street, which was now an essential witness, or actually had unexpectedly and unconsciously become one.

The same way that Rupert had unexpectedly fallen into Fate’s hands, becoming an essential pawn for its story. The young man kept walking along the narrow street, beside a couple of trees and rocks which seemed to have been placed there since forever, forever really. Every now and then he kicked a stone in anger, he was alone, the only person he had ever managed to love, or the closest to love he’d ever felt, was gone now and once again forever. Loneliness was not however a feeling that disturbed Rupert or either caused him to feel out of place with the world. He already knew he was and probably had been condemned to be out of place since the second he was given life.

The cobblestones were misplaced, they did not fit with the soil beneath them; very much as Rupert did in society. Through these cobblestones he found a way or another to release his anger, until kicking one too hard he finally tripped, falling on the floor and burning his arm, rubbing it against the hard and unstable rocks. The road, with the misplaced cobblestones surprisingly enough, wasn’t beneath Rupert, not anymore. What he had landed on, was in fact far more soft and warm than stones.

He felt the earth beneath him with his hands, it didn’t feel like earth at all, he felt the sour taste of rotten between his lips and together with that disgraceful flavour he felt the bittersweet taste of blood, which was humidifying his dry, arid lips. He forced his arm to his mouth to feel where the cut, and where blood was dripping from. His arm ached in pain, only to find that there was no such cut. Shock overcame all his thoughts.

Rupe’s arm was covered in blood. The shocked boy jumped to his feet immediately, forgetting about all the aches in his body, the thumping beat of his heart was the loudest sound in kilometres. Finally, he found the craziness to look beneath his knees, and saw that under him was fresh flesh, as well as loads of rotten lumps of it all around that. Not animal flesh…nothing similar to it…Rupert astonished couldn’t twitch a muscle, he had found himself in a cemetery, or more like a dump of bodies, newly killed bodies.

Rupert ran as fast as his rachitic and starving legs would push him, away, he didn’t no where to , he didn’t care, all he needed was to run away, nowhere near to that terrible nightmare. He saw a house and by instinct went into it, going so hard at the door, he didn’t even notice it was already opened, and neither noticing that it was the only house for miles… suspiciously. Rupert was now desperation made into man. He found his way into the house, through it and started screaming in exasperation, exhaustion and fear. Anger overcame all these feelings and tears of rage shot down his cheeks, his eyes’ orbits as red as the blood covering the whole expression on his face.

Suddenly, as a gunshot through the brain, he felt a sharp, but gentle tickle down his spine… “Let your Mama rock you…let your Mama make you sleep’’, and he felt a cut through his spine, definite and precise, as a surgeon’s would have been. The phrase just whispered and clearly syllabled by the unknown man behind his back persisted in Rupert’s mind, an unstoppable echo through his brain…a whisper which grew louder and louder. Rupert was reaching madness. ‘No, No, she’s dead, she’s dead’’ he shouted.

An arm grabbed Rupe and a knife in the back stunned his whole body. The hand over his mouth stopped him from shouting, and blood dripping in his mouth stopped him from breathing and made him choke to sleep…

Rupert awoke only to feel the words: ‘ Let your Mama rock you, Let your Mama make you sleep’ , and to that he closed his eyes and lied for the first and last time, and forever in his mother’s arms, flesh against flesh, some blood running between them, and all around in that dump of freshly killed bodies of permanently sleeping mothers and sons, they fell asleep together…they fell asleep forever.

This story is a true story, it is not a lullaby, so do not ever forget to think about Rupert and all the others…before ‘your Mama rocks you…before your Mama makes you sleep’.