Happenings of the Nights by Spud

Sleep crept in quickly for Boab, and knocked him out in a matter of minutes. Blackness was all he saw in his dreams, very uneventful. Until, that is, he began to feel a presence in the room. Evil and omniscient, it clung in the air. It tortured him but never did touch him in his dream. He writhed and wriggled because maybe, just maybe, he could get away from this presence. But as he rolled all he felt was a sticky substance grabbing tight onto his face. He fretted only a moment over this then remembered the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he had eaten as a midnight snack. "Must not have cleaned it all off," he thought to himself. He made a lunge with his tongue, living his dream like he did so often, to reach the jelly, but his tongue refused to slip past his lips. Soon it, too, was sticky but only at his lips. Within his mouth it was as it always was.

He snapped his eyes open. He knew he did, but all he could see was blackness. The same blackness of the dream, but he assured himself it was reality. And moments later he wished he hadn't been so sure. Pain shot through his head as something squarely clamped itself onto his skull down to his eyes. He heard a click, then static, and it began to suck madly, drooling over Boab's face, sending saliva dripping into his eyes, and turning his head into a wet mop. As it sucked, its neck pulsated, throbbed against Boab's own neck, driving him ever more insane.

Metal slid sharply somewhere in the blackness, and Boab felt a sharp pain, first in one wrist, then the other. He tried to open his mouth to scream, but something prevented it from opening, if it was there at all anymore. Boab wasn't sure now. Blood now gushed from both wrists. Boab could feel it sliding torturously down both arms. Two things began to lick from his forearms to his wrists, taking the blood with them as they went. They stopped at his wrists, and they like whatever was on his head, began to suck the memories, and life, from Boab.

The thing on his head sucked harder and harder, greedily taking away Boab. Boab then felt a blindfold slip from his eyes, and light infiltrated them to where he couldn't see momentarily. When he finally focused, he was looking across to an apartment complex. People lay in their beds, smiles on their faces, nude, knives by their sides, duct tape on their mouths, and they, too, were being sucked dry. A thin tube protruded from each of their televisions, and attached to these tubes was a creature with teeth an inch long, all in a circle around its mouth. It fit its victims like a helmet and sucked on their brain and stole their person. It stole them. Boab shuttered at the sight, and realized that everyone of the people seemed to be looking at him, with blindfolds around their necks, with blank stares on their faces. Other small white creatures, so innocent, ate hungrily from their wrists. Who awake couldn't trust those adorable things, so small and cuddly.

As time wore on he couldn't focus on the people anymore. He couldn't focus on anything anymore. Boab was no more, his house was no more, and everything he knew was no more. He sat like the rest staring at them while they stared equally back at him. In all of their visions that night was a television left on, static their sitcom. What did that matter though, they couldn't tell the difference anymore.

The End