The Dream

I see her. She’s climbed up on the kitchen counter, watching me like a predator does with its prey. She’s quiet and still. I ignore her, and open the fridge to get my apple juice. I pick up a glass from the cupboards, pour the brownish liquid in it, and sit at the table sipping my drink. I look at her again, her long arms dangling in front of her body, almost touching the floor. She has pitch-black eyes, but all monsters do, haven’t they? They’re so dark I can’t even tell if she has pupils or not.

A collection of psychological horror stories that dab into trauma, fear of the unknown, grief, loss of a loved one, and trauma. Which one will be your favourite?