By Andy Emantsal
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Welcome again to another addition to Horror To Culture. In this gripping continuation, you will see how my tormented night terrors got worse for me to endure. The doctors said my creativity exacerbated my parasomnia. I'm an Aquarius. My mind is always in the clouds. My imagination had caused mutations to my repetitive dream. The nightmare haunted me more twistedly every time I woke up panting in night sweats.
“I don't even want to go upstate. I'm 16, I have good grades, I work, and I pay $300 a month in rent! I can take care of myself!” I exclaimed to mom. “Last time we left you home for the weekend you threw a big party, stuff got broken, and the neighbors told me how loud and rowdy your friends were!” Mom retorted while turning up the Beach Boys song on the car radio.
“Whatever.” I said loudly as I put on my headphones. I got a new walkman cassette radio player that I bought with my money, from my job. I pressed play and started my L.L Cool J cassette. He was rocking the bells while I was ignoring my family and their stupid oldies radio station. I hate going to upstate New York. Somehow it's more ghetto than the Bronx I thought.
It was a dark, dense, foggy night out the left backseat window. I could see the fog rolling by rapidly, like a white curtain covering my view of the highway's tree line. In the reflection of the window, I could see Bob annoying Andy with the classic I’m not touching you game. I used to torture Bobby with it. He learned well.
“I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you.” My brother repeatedly said in an annoying voice. Bobby was pointing very close to Andy's temple, on the side of his face. I tried to ignore them both and turned my walkman all the way up. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I can ignore them all and go to sleep for a couple of hours.
“AARRGG!!! My eye.” Andy screamed. I heard it over my music and thought here we go. Bob bumped into me roughly. I am already so annoyed that I even had to come with them. I shoved Bob back. He bumped into Andy with enough force that he slammed into the car door. Hard. It popped open.
Andy fell into the foggy void of darkness as if in slow motion. I locked on to Andy's face as he fell out of the car. He was reaching for Bobby. Bobby was reaching out for him. Their hands just barely missed. Andy fell on the highway pavement. He rolled behind us. I saw the car behind us about to drive over his face. His face morphed. It changed into a horror macabre of distortions while it got squished and then popped. Mom screamed. “Turn around!!! We gotta go get Andy”.
Dad spun the car wheel all the way to the right while slamming on the breaks. We started to spin down the highway. I saw the headlights of the car that ran over Andy's head coming towards us. It felt like a spotlight beaming on us during a tea cup carnival ride. The car behind us slams into our car. The force smashes my head into the back seat window. “AAAHHHH!!!” I screamed while hyperventilating, in a night sweat.
Thanks for letting me tell you about this part of my haunted night sweats. It doesn't end there. Those two variations replayed again and again. Until it mutates into a deeper horror.
To be continued…
