Deep Sleep and Bloody Knuckles

August 11, 2011

In the deep of a dream I hear a sound.

The dream takes a turn as the sound becomes familiar, but somehow alarming.

My heart awakens me abruptly, beating fast and hard before I even realize what is happening.

I spring to my feet and peek through the window a mere three feet from my bed.

The window of the second-story apartment I have lived in for less than a week.

There is a man looking back at me.

Watching me from just outside the window.

On my second story balcony.

At three in the morning.

My instinct tells me to make noise so I begin banging on the window with my fist.

He just looks at me like I am crazy.

I grab the phone and a heavy candlestick and call 911.

The operator stays on the line with me while I wait for the police, listening to the man trying to get into the door off the balcony.

A wait of minutes feels like an eternity.

They arrive and handcuff him before coming to my door.

“Same thing as a couple of weeks ago, huh?”

What?  I have only lived here a few days.

“Oh, that’s weird.  You look like the girl who used to live here.  We were just out here on a call about this guy.”

Only then do I look down to see that my knuckles are bleeding.

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16 Responses to Deep Sleep and Bloody Knuckles

  1. Tasha on August 11, 2011 at 11:46 pm

    Wow! That is terrifying. I feel like there should be a part 2 to this story! Did the guy ever come back? Did you move? Don’t leave us hanging!

    I love your writing style, btw. 🙂

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  2. Laura Timanus on August 12, 2011 at 9:43 am

    Dallas?

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    thesweet Reply:

    Yep. I was doing the math last night- fifteen years ago! Seems just like yesterday.

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  3. Bee K on August 12, 2011 at 11:05 am

    Wow! This gripped me from beginning to end. Or is it the end? I want to read what happened next!

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  4. Kir on August 12, 2011 at 2:10 pm

    Oh my goodness, was this fiction or real or OMG!!!!!! If ithappened, thank goodness u are ok , if u wrote it…keep going I love it.

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    thesweet Reply:

    Yep, I wrote it. And it was real.

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  5. Megan on August 13, 2011 at 2:35 pm

    Holy hell, woman. That is terrifying! Not that I need to tell you…

    Wonderfully written, too.

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  6. Kim @The Fordeville Diaries on August 13, 2011 at 5:09 pm

    Gripping, scary and oh so real. Great piece.

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  7. SUPAHMAMA on August 13, 2011 at 6:22 pm

    OH MY WORD. That is creepy as all get out! Great post, I’ll be back for more nuggets of goodness (or at least great writing!)

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  8. Motpg on August 14, 2011 at 7:58 am

    This just scared the crap out of me. My sister used to be a police detective and I know the possibilities. I’m glad to see in your comments that it wasn’t recent. Truly well written too. You had me hanging on every word.

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    thesweet Reply:

    Yeah, I am kind of shocked that it happened so long ago because it seems like just yesterday. Time flies when you’re going grey 🙂

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  9. pattypunker on August 14, 2011 at 1:33 pm

    wowsa! that was so captivating. i was hoping it wasn’t true though. sheeeeikes.

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    thesweet Reply:

    Yes, maam, it surely was. You can imagine the email I got from my mother after she read this post.

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  10. Elly Lou on August 15, 2011 at 6:16 am

    Look at girlie bustin’ out with the hard core writing! Brilliant! Why aren’t we married yet? You just get niftier and niftier.

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    thesweet Reply:

    I figure my readers deserve something decent every now and then 😉 And we are so gettin’ hitched at BlogHer12.

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  11. Dana K on August 15, 2011 at 3:40 pm

    O M G this is so scary. I don’t know what I would have done. Like other commenters, I feel a follow-up is needed!!!

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