Monsters in the Night

Sara spent a lot of time dreaming.

Daily yoga sessions helped her stay in this world.

Only then would she allow herself to relax her mind and go into the visions again. Only at the end, in Savasana. Today it was a remembering of something past, something about her brother.

Fully awake and aware, she drifted easily into another dimension, to the bathroom in the house where she and her little brother lived when they were in grammar school.

In the early hours before dawn, it was usually the screams that framed the scene and its timing, letting her know where and when. Besides, her brother had finally stopped screaming when they moved out of that house, leading Sara to believe it was over, forever. And even as an adult exploring the horrors of the past, this was one of the most frightening experiences Sara had ever remembered.

Bursting through the bathroom doorway, she saw an awfully familiar sight. That beautiful 3-year-old towhead turned around so fast, she could hear his spine bones crunching. “Ouggghh.” Sara wanted to throw up.

What came out his mouth as his head spun was unintelligible, though the wave of ice-cold air blasting out of his mouth was an obvious command. The intentions of whatever had consumed her brother was most certainly malevolent.

Watching that contorted little face and the agony in his eyes, she heard the fear in his moans deep underneath that frigid message. Staring still, frozen in space, she knew he was in there somewhere, so she waited, listening to the cries of a little boy held captive by a beast in his own body.

Copyrighted by the Energetic Connection 2012

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