Horror by Sirens Call Publications

Author:Sirens Call Publications
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, anthology, short stories, bizarre, odd, sirens call publications
Publisher: Sirens Call Publications

Into The Dream Never

S.E. Foley

Paisley Bay was not just an adorable girl with silky russet locks freshly brushed. Not only a sweet little thing in a pretty yellow dress that was kept just for having tea with her mother. She was small for her age, and typically quiet. It was commonly known that the quiet ones keep many thoughts in their heads.

Paisley set her hairbrush down on the dresser and affixed the clip that held her bow at just the right angle in her hair. She twirled once, paused, and did it again to play her skirt about her legs. Eyes turned up to the antique cuckoo clock ticking away on her wall. By the look, she had a bit of time to spare. Half past, and she wasn’t to meet her mother for tea until the top of the hour. A giggle escaped her as she skipped to her bedroom door. The doorknob was one of those big brass antique ones with lots of texture. Her small hand wrapped around it and she tugged it open.

Rather than the usual austere second floor hallway of her family home, she saw nothing. A vast, black darkness.

Most little girls would scream or tremble in horror. Paisley rolled her eyes and sighed, “Oh, I am probably going to get in trouble for this. Wah! I had better not miss tea! Keruga!”

She was calling me. I was her guide. As she knew I couldn’t do anything I just waited. She kept me in her pocketbook, but when we were in the Dream Never she always took me out. She skipped over to where she kept the sparkly purple purse hanging on the corner of her bureau mirror.

Rather unstirred by reaching into a bag to pull a shrunken head out, the girl lifted me up to be eye level with her. She looked at me, squinting and pouting, “Keruga, I have to get to tea! Mother is going to kill me!”

“Please,” I sighed. “Hold me correctly. My hair comes out easily, you know.”

She always held me by my hair. I have a perfectly good cord running through my scalp but she always grabbed my hair with it. Her little button nose scrunched up. We were opposites, she and I. She was about as adorable as I was hideous. My leathery face was animated by magic from the Dream Never. The stitching that held my lips and eyes shut did not impede my ability to speak or see. I was, in a sense, omniscient, though hardly omnipotent or capable of seeing into the future.

Her little fingers curled around my stiff head. She gently extracted black hair from the carrying cord, all the while huffing and puffing. Her cheeks were red. It was adorable. In a few more years she would just look blotchy and annoyed, but that is the charm of youth.

“I’ve tea with mother in half an hour. I promised and she promised! There was promising all around that I would not run off and she would not get distracted!”

“Very well.

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