Daydream #1

 “Please, send an ambulance.” I mumbled into the phone. It was late afternoon, the sun had almost sunk entirely behind the mountains, and, funnily enough, I didn’t even need an ambulance, yet.

“Okay, please remain calm, and tell me what has happened.” The lady on the other end of the phone calmly said. I took a deep shuddering breath, wondering how I could word this properly.

“Uh... well, nothing.” I said regretfully. There was a moment of silence from the other end.

“Excuse me? I didn’t hear that correctly.” I sighed.

“Nothing’s happened yet.” I started, “but I know that something’s going to happen soon.” I knew this was pointless, but I still had to try. I’d had a panicked feeling all day, and somehow, I knew that I was going to be hurt. I didn’t know what, when or how, but I just knew. I could tell the lady was getting annoyed.

“So, you think you’re going to be hurt?” She confirmed.

“Yes.” I answered slowly. “Please, you have to believe me.” I whispered almost frantically; the panic attack was rising again.

“Do you think you’re going to be attacked? If so, you should call the police.” I shook my head, despite that I was on the phone.

“No, well... I don’t know. I can just feel something bad is going to happen.” The lady sighed angrily.

“Look, I don’t have time for prank calls okay? If you’re being serious, please explain the situation.” I clasped the phone hard, I felt I should be fleeing but I didn’t understand what from.  I was confused, scared, and unsure what to do next.

“Just... help me please.” I cried into the phone. Finally, when I felt the fear could rise no further I heard an explosion before a pile of dust flew into the room.

Coughing, I dropped the phone and backed into the corner, the lady on the other end had obviously heard the explosion too, because I could hear her strange muffled voice crying out from my place across the room. The next minute I felt the heat inside the room increase, and the orange glow of flames were visible in the hallway. I huddled into my corner, hugging my legs, pleading for everything to go away.  

Soon I could hear footsteps, not human footsteps, more like scratching, clacking footsteps; footsteps that simply didn’t sound normal. I looked up slowly from my corner to see a large, grotesque, insect-like head appear from within the hall. It was making clicking noises with some exo-skeletal mechanism, and strangely enough I could understand the clicking, as if it were speaking.

I cannot sense the one yet. But I know she is near.

It must be talking about me, but why? Another moved in behind it, and now, glancing at their full bodies, I saw they resembled giant praying mantis’, but more, standy-uppy, if you could call it that. I held my breath as they crawled through the doorway, they still hadn’t seen me in the corner; the room was almost completely dark.  The pair split as I strained my brain for an escape plan, but it was too late; the nearest one had seen me.

In that moment I had no thoughts other than to flee... or fight, but I had no chance against them, did I? A shiver fled through my body in the final moments as they insect crawled forward.

Found it.

Staring up, I felt my entire body loosen as a wave of anger crashed through me, and without realising what I was doing, I stood. The last thing I remember was staring into the beast’s multiple eyes, before my vision faded into darkness, and my consciousness with it.

... So, sitting on the bus for my usual commute to university I found myself daydreaming this strange story. I have no idea where it came from,  or why I was even thinking of such things. Maybe it’s because I don’t like bugs, and the supernatural things... well I’m always dreaming about that sort of stuff, as you’ll probably realise if you keep up with my posts.  So regardless, I hope you enjoyed it, and I know you’re wondering where the story ends, but alas, my dream did not go that far, so I cannot legally write it down... or something like that... heh heh (>_>)