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Taste of My Nightmares

Chapter One

'I honestly cannot say I can ever remember a time when all the adults didn’t tell us to stay out of the forest. The woods surrounding our little town were fine. That was inside the fence, not out there where they say the Skeleton Man lives.
Now, the story of the Skeleton Man goes back before I was born. In fact, the legend about him has become so twisted that no one can actually hear the real story. The only part that feels real is how he even got there. The story says that he was born with strange markings, on both eyes were rings of black, markings on his mouth that matched with where his teeth would be. He looked like his skeleton was drawn on his skin.
The other part of the story goes several different ways, his mother abandoned him, afraid to raise a child who looked like a skeleton. Another part was that he was locked away for his own safety by his parents and soon escaped into the forest where he lives alone, killing whoever comes in simply because he couldn’t ever look normal.
Some kids decide every now and then to do ‘dark rituals’ to summon the Skeleton Man, they go out into the forest and chant and taunt him, hoping to at least see some glimpse of him. They, of course, get caught and are put on probation for being out past curfew but they don’t try and go back out again. Though they say they never see anything, you can tell that it was just the feeling of being out there by themselves and hearing the animals at night that makes them give life inside the fence a second chance.
What do I think about the Skeleton Man? Well, he’s just a story, a legend to tell to kids who won’t listen to their parents, he’s a way to keep us all inside this god forsaken town…
'

I stopped suddenly as I was typing away at my small laptop. My eyebrows furrowed as I let my thoughts about my hometown surface onto the computer screen. There’s no way I could ever put that on the essay and expect Talbot to let me get an A+. I sigh and lean back on my pillows, this whole stupid assignment was a bad idea from the start. Making us write about the local legend used to scare kids into eating their broccoli? Might as well make us write about the so called ‘ghost’ in the girl’s bathroom right next to the cafeteria. Everyone knew now that it was just faulty plumbing, that the toilet handle rattled when a surge of water rushes through the pipes. Hell, that would be a way better assignment than this shit.
I run my fingers through my long hair, not failing to catch a small glimpse of myself in the mirror to my right. It had grown so much, it was now down to my ribs. It had come so far from the short pixie cut I got at Christmas break last year and had been taken from its natural brown to ice white. Sighing as I pull the hair from my fingers that had come from me running my fingers through it, I lay my head back and stare at my ceiling, the unusual texture of which always caused headaches and just eye soreness. I stretched my legs out on my bed, sighing once again for the possible fiftieth time today in this last hour alone.
I’ve been laying here all day trying to think of ways to start my essay. It was soon going on nine o'clock and I had school in the morning. I decided to get changed into my night clothes and then see if I was more creative. I pull off my shirt and sports bra to slip on a shirt and shrug off my pants sitting only in my underwear and shirt. Still, I couldn’t manage to get past the part of what I thought of our locale Legend.
I pick up my water bottle and take a sip, cringing at the stale taste. It had been there beside me all night before last as I slept and put off this essay for as long as I could. However, I couldn’t put it off tonight. My mom had threatened to take away all my stuff if I didn’t work on it tonight before bed. She knew everything due to the stupid newspaper that school send home announcing every test, lunch, assignment and social gathering. “Jesus, I don’t know how much longer I can last, this is so stupid.” I mumble to myself as I lay back onto the pillows and try to take deep breaths, knowing that even though I'll probably get it done in time, this will not be my best work unfortunately.
Though, this was keeping me awake and sleeping really wasn’t the best thing I wanted to do right then. I have been having nightmares for almost a week now, and as much as I hate to admit it, they have been about that weird Skeleton Man, or at least what I had imagined him to look like as there really was no personal description other than the markings on his face. He had blue eyes…such pretty blue eyes that you could drown in, and that scared me, I don’t like putting my trust in people. They tend to hurt you and break your trust before you can even steady yourself onto the ground. I turn my head to the laptop, seeing the cursor still blinking after the word town.
I frown and suddenly my calm mood turns to anger. I sit straight up and close my laptop angrily, not even caring that it was new. “Stupid assignment. So pointless!” I snap and place my laptop off the bed getting under the blankets. “Took up my whole weekend. I hate this place.” I whisper and close my eyes just lying there in the darkness. I lay there for a few good minutes before I could feel myself drifting off to sleep, even though that was the last thing I really wanted. The last thing I remember thinking about were those eyes and the markings on his face. The poor man…and I felt sad for him, even if others wouldn’t.

Notes

This story is originally from my Quotev account but seeing as I am on here more than there, I will write it on here while updating there too. This is the more revamped, mature version where I have worked over this and added to it, making my character better. If you would like to see the raw yet unfinished version please go to this link here: https://www.quotev.com/story/7385594/Taste-of-My-Nightmares

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