The Demon In The Glass

By Matthew Wildasin

Timothy Holtz is having nightmares so vivid, so horrifying that he started keeping a diary to get them out of his head. But they keep getting worse. His nightmares begin to collide with the real world, and it's taking its toll on his body and mind. Timothy must find the reason why this is happening...but he is running out of time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Wildasin
• Release date: Aug 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301678372

Matthew Wildasin

I am very new at writing but I have a passion for the art, and I would hope that you could see that in my works. As I bloom into a more seasoned writer, I would love it if you would follow me on my journey. I am happily married to the love of my life Jamie Wildasin, I have a Jack Russel Terrier named The Cheat, and a cat named Mr. Meowgi. We all live happily in York, Pennsylvania along the Susquehanna River. I hope you enjoy my stories and thank you for inquiring!

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The Demon in the Glass

By Matthew Wildasin

Copyright 2013 Matthew Wildasin

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Table of Contents

Entry I

Entry II

Entry III

Entry IV

Entry V

Entry VI

Entry VII

Entry VIII

Entry IX

Entry X

Entry XI

Entry XII

Afterword

The Demon in the Glass

Diary of Timothy Holtz

Entry I

March 12, 1926

On this day I am retelling a nightmare that has plagued me in nights past. Despite the length of time between this entry and the first dream, the hellish visions remain vivid. It is my hope that this transcript will either silence the monster, or help me to explain it. I remember the night when I first closed my eyes and was carried away to that realm of farces and truths, wherein I never thought that I could have imagined such collaboration of ghastly apparitions and horrifying endeavors. I have dreamt of something that no other man would fathom of.

Upon resting my head and casting myself into slumber, it began; the collage of thought cascading with light and color, culminating into the supernova of subconscious ideals. As the dream formed before me, the amber colors of a new day started to dawn.

Once well lit, my surroundings became more apparent; I could see that I was standing in a nautical town. I stood upon a cobbled street that twisted like a snake past a multitude of wooden houses, or cabins to better address them, situated on each side of the crude road. Each bared its own simplistic charm of novice construction ranging in all different sizes, some with small yards and others with sheds containing seafaring equipment.

Off in the distance the path slithered down toward a harbor. The harbor was adorned with multiple docks protruding out into the ocean like old arthritic fingers. The docks were grey with age as the last of their white veneer was wearing away. Anchored to the piers of the once sturdy walkways were numerous rusted vessels of gargantuan and minuscule proportions.

As I began taking everything in my dream progressed and I could begin to feel the warm rays of the sun gently caressing my skin. From the direction of the docks I could hear the piers and planks creaking from the churning water beneath. The ocean was but a calm rustle that played second to the song of birds and the somber howl of wind which spun within my ears.

This seems almost real I said to myself

With exuberance, I followed the path which lay before me down toward the distant docks. As I neared the coast I could begin to taste the salt in the air that carried in on the oceans chilly current.

Once at the pier I discovered a boardwalk that was hidden before; it veered right and followed the coastline. The sight of it was very inviting so I made the choice of trading the pebbles of the road for the sand-blasted wood of the boardwalk. The decision to take the boardwalk was very serene as I began listening to the melodic Zen of the ocean waves and the clacking of my shoes against its wood.

I walked for some time; in the distance I could see the boardwalk was nearing an end. The walk took a sharp left and stretched itself out over the sands of the beach like a peninsula. I followed its suggestion and nearing the end of the pier I came upon a black wrought iron bench and I decided to sit a spell.

The sheer beauty of the beach and ocean took my breath away. On either side of me I could see sparsely grass splotched sand dunes and clustered forests of palm trees. The coastline before me was littered with seaweed and shells scattered about as glistening ornaments. Passing my gaze to the waves I watched in awe of their fluid ballet; each one reaching a dark climax before violently crashing into an ivory avalanche of foam. The ocean was paired brilliantly with the copper palette of the ending day as it gave way to the dark reign of the night on the sky’s shifting canvas. Once night arrived, diamonds began littering my heavens. The only audible sign of the ocean was the crashing of its waves in the blinding darkness.

Sitting here, alone, brought out my sense of fear and without the comforting light of the sun; my reasoning began to return to me. For the first time something had dawned on me. Despite all of the homes and signs of civilization, I had not seen one living person. The mere thought sent shivers down my spine, and brought paranoia to my mind.

My heart was beating so heavily that I could hear it thumping inside my head. Suddenly the waves became louder…almost deafening and the wind became a quickening menace. With every second the wind blew harder and the volume of the waves now made my ears ring.

A hurricane I thought to myself.

I paused, then screamed aloud

HELP!!!…SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!

Realistically I knew no one would come to my aid, but the panic in my mind rotted all notions of common sense.

I was frightened beyond the ability to move. Cowering down to my knees I wrapped my arms around my head and began to pray.

Our Father who art in heaven….

Suddenly the menacing storm became silent; in fact I could not hear a single sound at all.

I was still afraid but I had to see what was causing this. My arms were shaking terribly and I could only move them slowly. I gradually lifted them to unveil a sight that I could not explain.

Time appeared to stand still. The palm trees were bent over and suspended at their breaking points. The waves of the ocean remained in tall titans. Rain hovered, fixed within the air; each drop in its own frozen animation. Despite everything