Her Eyes... They Were Black

**This is the worst nightmare I think I've ever had. But I think it is kind of interesting.
I'm at my friend's house. She's pretty well off, her house is very new, and the ceiling is high. Her bedroom is on the top floor. It's a nice, well furnished room. The sun is still shining and the window is open. (It is daylight savings time.) The two of us are laughing and talking. Gossiping about boys and such as typical girls do. I am enjoying myself, I would think that she is too.

You know when you fall asleep outside during the day and when you wake up, everything has this blueish tint? Well, although the sun is still out, the tint of color in the room changes from a warm golden color to that cold blueish color. A draft blows in from the window. The room feels cold ... so cold ... The mood in the room changes with the temperature. I am now feeling uncomfortable, nervous. I look my friend in the face. She is still smiling... but her smile has changed. There is something... something cynical about it.

Then she says to me, I wished the house would fall down. Still smiling in that odd way. I look at my friend, bewildered at the sudden change in voice and attitude. My stomach churns with dread. Then my friend looks up at the ceiling. My eyes follow her gaze. I see a crack appear on the ceiling and it rapidly grows longer, splitting in several directions. Afraid, I look back at my friend. Her eyes... they are black, pitch black all around. She is laughing.

I run down the stairs and out the door. As soon as I make my exit from the house, it collapses behind me. I wait for a moment looking at the rubble... what's happened? Is my friend ok? Will not the police come? No one comes... no one notices... no neighbors... nothing.

I am alone and afraid. Tears streaming down my face I look at the sun. It's not golden and rosy anymore... its red, blood red. And it is setting at an alarming rate. I wander aimlessly down the street. Looking for someone, anyone, help me.

I do see a few others, wandering. I call out to them. They do not answer. Their faces frighten me. Like my friend, their eyes are so black, soulless empty wells of raven black. They walk, lost, with no heed of me or anything else around them. Crying, I continue down the street. Its such a long way...

Now I'm in the back of my dad's long van. It is parked, in an alley somewhere. Outside it is a dark, and raining. Tears silently make paths down my cheeks as I hug my knees, shaking. A light is on, in the middle. I'm straddling the line between light and shadow. My father is speaking to my mother, their voices are small comfort. He says the lost have black eyes, the eyes of the found are clear. His eyes, my eyes, we are clear. Found.

But I am being tormented inside. I hear... voices. Whisperings in the dark. There are so many of them. I can't make their words out at first ... no... no... wait. I can now. They grow louder.

I hold my knees tighter and try to ignore the voices, the demons harassing my psyche. They say to me, Die you Christian fool, die! Over and over again! Die you fool, die!

I look out of the window and I see a man... his features are unclear. But his eyes, those horrible eyes. They were black and empty, but his pupils were red. Red like a gleaming flicker of hatred burned within his soul. We made eye contact. He opens his mouth and a thousand eerie voices erupt from his throat. Die you Christian fool, die! the voices cry, and he holds a gun against the glass of the window.

Boom.

I wake up.
Thank Almighty God that was only a dream.

P.S.

My father had a dream the same night. He was in his van talking to his wife on a stormy night. He was talking to his wife, thankful she was with him. He was saying that the lost have black eyes. He looks out the window. Thankful he has his family. He turns to look at his beautiful wife... Her eyes... they were black.