The Nightmare

Something was too familiar about the place I was in. Though I didn’t remember ever visiting it, somehow it was like a second home. But I didn’t feel very welcome.
The sweet smell of cologne comforted me as I walked through the tangled vines, not sure where I was going.
The soft voices continued to whisper in my ears, but I couldn’t make out the sentences. Things that sounded like, “I love you,” and “I promise,” were being said, but the whole sentence was too blurry to make any sense.
“Desirae,” someone whisper-sang. It was a lady’s voice. I whirled around and looked to the right. No one was there. I moved my gaze to the left, but still, I couldn’t see her.
“Desirae!” now a man was calling my name. It overlapped the woman’s note, but didn’t go on as long. The voices were so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on to whom they belonged to.
A swarm of bats swooped overhead, and I ducked with a yelp. After they passed I stood up, and watched them fly away towards the north side of the woods. Slowly I started to walk again, bringing my left foot forward. I made the mistake of pressing it down on a thin twig. Not only was the cracking startling, but it echoed through the deserted woods, and the image in my mind of nasty creatures awakening wasn’t pleasant.

“Desirae!” the whispers were getting fainter by the minute, and if I didn’t hurry, everything was going to disappear like it had the last millions of times that I had been here. Wherever “here” was….

All of a sudden my breaths started shortening as I continued through the woods, looking for… whatever I was looking for. Yet even not knowing where I was heading, I tried speeding up so I could catch them this time. Whoever they were.

“Desiraaeee!” I heard the whisper again. The voice was sweet and soothing now.

I made it to that tiny building. The red one, with that little XX sign over the entrance. It had always been there. Every time I was here…
I slowly walked into it, not ready for what I was about to see. I looked down at the floor, and there I was, dead. Pail skin and a knife stabbed through my chest. Blood was sliding down my torso, and settling in a puddle which I was lying in. And all’s I could think of to do was scream.