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Inspiration from The Creature

1947 started with a nightmare. A creature grabbed hold of me, keeping hold of me by force, “I have something I must give you.”

The creature engulfed me. I could not breath, though I fought to scream. I could not move, though I tried my hardest. It had me in its clutches and refused to let go.

I woke with a jolt, taking a deep breath but I did not scream. I’m just not a screamer because this nightmare should have done just that. My fight or flight response was off the chart, yet I lay there trying to forget the creature.

The clock read just after three, I’d hardly been asleep for an hour. I put my head back on the pillow but could not close my eyes. Each time I did, I was suffocating again. Thirty minutes was enough and I was out of bed, sitting at my computer trying to ignore the creepy crawls that were still with me as well.

I am plagued by nightmares. For as long as I can remember I’ve always had them, which is funny in itself because it takes a lot to scare me. I will admit that my creature visit did it. It’s been almost a month and I still shudder at the thought of it.

The questions I asked myself from the moment it spoke was, “What did it give me, or try to?”

The next morning I received my answer.

I’d gone to bed early, since thanks to my nighttime visitor, I was a little on the tired side. I’d fallen asleep easy, also very rare for me. And I’d dreamt, which I always do. This was different somehow. Very clear, each word, each scene, each person.

“She stole the money.” People kept whispering.

“You have to go home,” said the honey-haired man in the army uniform.

The woman with auburn hair sat on the dock fishing. I saw the coast and saw her travel. I saw the story and the people in it. I saw 1947.

So, I woke that morning and sat at the computer, this time not sending a 4 am email about the creature to my poor sister, but to write out Maddy’s story. Maddy was the woman sitting on the dock and I could see her, and the creature wanted me to tell everyone about her.

I do hope that if the creature wants to give me more stories, that it does so in a better way, but as long as they are stories like Maddy’s I will take them however it wants to give them.


Suzette Vaughn- Author of Badeaux Knights and Mortals, Gods, and a Muse


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