A Forgotten Dream

By "Timothy" "Woodruff"

I awoke with no memory. The world wasn't what I thought it was. Where could I go? What could I do? What was happening to me?

This short story was inspired by a dream.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scribl
• Release date: Apr 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9781633480988

"Timothy" "Woodruff"

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CONFUSION

Where to begin? I guess the best place would be my first memory. It’s all confusing to me, and I’m sure to you. The first thing I remember is…

Silence…

Confusion…

Cannot move…

A high pitched sound shot through my ears, then slowly faded. As it did, I heard a faint low pitched hum. My whole body started tingling. I was confused and scared. I held my eyes tightly closed. The tingling faded. I felt a cold breeze sweep across my feet. I pulled them up closer to my body. I was extremely weak and that simple act took some effort. The hum grew louder. I was lying on the cold, damp ground. Another cold breeze across my feet. I pull them up further. Slowly, very slowly, I opened my eyes. Only a little. There was something in front of me. I can see an orange light through the cracks of whatever is in front of me. Eyes still not completely open. That hum is very loud now. Something moved! Something blocked the orange light just for a moment. It must have passed by, but which way? I don’t know. I opened my eyes wider. I can see that there are wooden crates in front of me. Some have words on them that I don’t understand. Pieces of wood all over me. An earthen wall behind. The light flickered again. There’s something out there moving around and making that hideous hum. More movement! Silent. Stay silent. That noise is far away now. The light is dimming. Not yet. Don’t move. So confused. So scared. Darkness.

My body jerked. Eyes wide open. I must have passed out. Through the cracks in front of me, I could see a gray haze. No shapes. The orange glow was gone. How long was I out? I need to find out where I am. What is happening. After what seemed like hours, but I’m sure was mere minutes, I started shifting the wooden pieces off of me. Listening intently for anyone that might be around. I could hear the crates as the scraped on the floor. But otherwise, nothing. As I got to my knees, I peek over the crates. Through the gray haze that just hung in the air, I could see what used to be a camp fire. There are some crates around it. A few are broken. Some sticks propped on one. Couldn’t see any further. Can’t see a ceiling. This haze it too thick.

I bent down to push myself up to my feet. A loud scream burst out of me. It echoed in all directions. I froze. The damp floor I had been lying on was covered in what looked like blood! After a few seconds, I came to my senses and dropped down behind the crates. Had anyone heard me? I was trembling. As I knelt there, I felt myself all over. I had a rather large lump behind my left ear, with a trail of dried blood going across my forehead. Otherwise, only a few bruises and scrapes. The lump didn’t hurt much. None of my injuries could account for the amount of blood on the floor.

After sitting in silence for a while, and sure I wasn’t heard, I stood. From the echoes I knew I was in a cave. A little wobbly and weak, I pushed aside some crates and made my way to the campfire . Scattered around the area were some wooden crates, some smashed. The sticks were pointed with charred ends. I assume for cooking over the fire. Some crates had some crimson stains on them. As did the ground around them. Dried blood. Whatever happened here, was quick. There were a few tin cups, empty of course. I looked around for a while longer. There was nothing of use here. I need to get out of here. I just had this feeling that if I stayed, something bad was going to happen. No way of knowing which way led out. So, I just started walking. I couldn’t see far in front of me, so my attention was mainly at the ground in front of me. My feet were bare and I thought it best to keep an eye on where I was stepping. After a few steps, I noticed there were no tracks or footprints. Unless whoever was in this cave could fly, which I doubt, they didn’t come this way. But the thing that made that noise. It came from one direction, passed by, and continued on. But there were no tracks. Nonsense. It must have turned around and went back. So I turned around and walked the other way.

I reached the camp fire, looked around some more in case I missed something earlier, then moved on. There were some tracks here going in this