Dream Catcher

By Matt Turner

Dream Catcher is a suspenseful horror, revolving around a small family living in the West-coast of America. The family happen upon a dark artifact at a day auction one afternoon, and the night that follows is wrought with nightmares, and horror.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781326545390

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Dream Catcher

Dream Catcher

Lewis had never liked the dream catcher. It was an ugly, frightening thing. The strings were black and frayed, barbed with teeth and gems. He’d only had it for a couple of hours, and already he wanted it out of his house. But Sarah thought it might be worth something. And what his wife wanted – she got.

They were on their way back from visiting Sarah’s family in Oregon, their son Dale asleep in the back. They had almost arrived home when Sarah pointed out something through the window of the four-wheeler. ‘Oh! Lewis – pull over! Look, Lewis – would you stop it! There’s an auction over there!’

Sarah lived for a bargain – something that Lewis could never understand. She would spend hours in the supermarkets, comparing weight to cost, trying to sniff out the best value for money. Lewis used to point out that in the time it took to save a few nickels on groceries, she might have earned ten dollars more by taking an extra hour at the restaurant where she worked as a waitress.

She didn’t like that. She thought Lewis was a wimp. A silly man, who didn’t know how the real world worked. He didn’t have to shop for their family. He didn’t have to feed a fat husband and a weedy son. He had no right to tell her how to save money, when everything they had went on that stupid extension.

It was his fault that he had been fired from the law office for sexual harassment. Never mind that the woman in question was a renowned vulture, and that not even Sarah could remember why a girl might go for a two-hundred pound, balding lawyer.

Of course, he had done nothing of the sort. He was loyal to his wife. And he wasn’t a cheater. He loved his son too much for that. He dreaded to think what would become of the boy if left with his mother. And the girl in question was crazy. It wasn’t a term he generally approved of. People had reasons for doing what they did. People were always basically good. But this bitch had made it personal. And this bitch was cuckoo.

So when Sarah pointed out the building to their left and demanded he pull over, Lewis had nodded obediently and turned the jeep into the parking lot where the sign stood, announcing: ST PIERSON’S NURSING HOME AUCTION!

And underneath, ‘All proceeds go to helping the disadvantaged that we take care of inside.’

Something in the sign made Lewis uneasy. The childish lean of the coloured letters made him think less of an elderly retirement home, and more of a medical facility… for children.

He’d never been able to stomach the suffering of children. And the arrival of their first and only son, Dale, had only made that worse. Every cold, every cough,