Phantasmata – Scary Story

Phantasmata – Scary Story

Meet Brian Miller. A simple man who is desperate for some sleep. Mr Miller hasn’t slept in 3 weeks and can barely be considered functional. What keeps him awake at nights is a simple text from his loving, caring wife. A wife he loathes. A wife he wishes he could get rid of. On the brink of insanity, Mr Miller is dying to get some sleep, even if it means facing his darkest secret, so that he can finally rest (in peace). 

Written by Darkdreams79, this frightening presentation is a twisted tale of love and sinister secrets…whispered only on the darkest nights.

 

Bzzzt! Bzzzzzt! Bzzzt Bzzzzzt!

“You have one new text from Natalie.”

Right on cue.

2:01 am. 

The 3-year-old digital clock on my bedside table blinked patiently as the soft red light poked my strained eyes like a sharp cold knife. As I sat mindlessly on my bed, the blinding darkness of the room had completely engulfed me by now. I kept staring at my smartphone even though I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. My mind had almost shut down by now. I felt like I was asleep and awake at the same time. My heavy eyelids dragged themselves down and desperately tried to stay shut. It felt so good. 

But I force them open. I have to. My eyes…they burn. They beg me to close them again. Something inside me screams. I can feel it’s anger and desperation. It just wants me to sleep. But I ignore it. The phone had stopped vibrating by now. Like clockwork, she texted me again tonight. I pick up my phone and it’s the same goddamn text again.

Hey!

My neck twitches again for the hundredth time tonight. I clench my teeth and feel my breath rise. I grasp the phone firmly in my hand desperately wanting to throw it at the wall and smashing it to bits. But…I don’t. I breathe slowly and calm myself down. I can’t let this affect me so much. I haven’t slept once in the last 3 weeks. Sleep deprivation can make you crazy they said. This is it. This time I text her back. I unlock my phone and text back to her number.

Is this supposed to be a joke?

This is not funny?

You want me to report this number?

I bluff. But I hope it’s not apparent. How could I report this number? I am not that crazy. At least not yet.

I can’t let these texts from my ex-wife get to me like this.
I need to get control over myself.
God, I need some sleep. 

I lie down on my bed. Close my eyes and try to relax. This feels nice. I feel my body sink into the bed. I feel the noise inside my head finally die down. Instantly everything flashes in front of my eyes and I bolt up. I breathe heavily as my neck starts twitching again. Maybe, my manager, Brian was right. I need to see a shrink. Maybe a therapist can help me sleep. I can’t take this anymore. I just can’t go over…wait…did my phone vibrate again? Did she reply?

I grab my phone quickly and check it. No. There’s no new text. I am starting to hallucinate. I am hearing things that are not real. I try to knock some sense into myself. I just need to sleep. I can’t go on like this anymore. 

I can never get rid of her…can I? Goddamn, I hate her. But it wasn’t always like this. I loved her. I loved her so much. She meant everything to me. For seven years, everything was so great. Everything was perfect. But I don’t know what happened suddenly. One fine day I was just not in love with her anymore. Just like that. I couldn’t feel anything for her. Looking at her disgusted me to my core. I wanted to burn my entire body every time she touched me. Her nagging voice wanted me to choke the life out of her. Still, I tried. I tried for another year. Tried to make things better. But I just couldn’t take it anymore. She had to go. 

I told her to leave me so many times. Trust me I did. I told her I have been sleeping with other women. I was cheating on her. I didn’t love her anymore. I wanted a divorce. But the more I tried to get rid of her, the more desperate she got to make things better. Such a needy little bitch. The more she tried, the more I hated her. And then it happened. I smashed her head that night. I know I shouldn’t have but I wasn’t thinking. We had a fight and I just wanted to shut her up. As her dislocated lower jaw lied at a distance from her lifeless body, I stood still wondering what I had done. But I felt no remorse. Just relief. So I cleaned all the blood, wrapped her body in plastic, burned my bloodied clothes, took a shower, got dressed, had a smoke and a few shots of vodka before driving off with her corpse in the trunk of my car.

I don’t remember how long I drove until I found the perfect spot to dispose of her corpse. I dragged her stiff body into the middle of the woods and buried her deep in the ground. I made sure not to leave any tracks or evidence. I had seen enough movies and shows to know what all I needed to be careful about. And just like that…she was gone from my life…finally. Or so I thought.

That was over 3 weeks ago. Little did I know my life was going to turn into a living nightmare. I should have just left her while I had the chance. Do I regret killing her now? Maybe. I don’t know. I never wanted to hurt her…at least not deliberately. I just wanted to get rid of her. But then life happens. What can you do about it? I never thought killing my wife would have such dire consequences.

Bzzzt! Bzzzzzt! Bzzzt Bzzzzzt!

Few days after I killed Natalie, I got this text on my phone. It was really late in the night. As I barely woke up rubbing my eyes to the vibrating sound of my phone, I saw my digital clock blinking ‘2:01 am’. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. 

“You have one new text from Natalie.”

The notification popped on my screen. I stared in horror with my eyes wide open and heart pulsating with every tick of my digital clock. With a lone sweat dripping down my temple, I realized that my hands had started to tremble involuntarily. I felt my mouth dry up instantly as if a thousand splinters were being needled into the flesh of my throat. I felt my heart beat faster and faster as I tapped my screen to open the text. 

Theo Harrison
Hey there! I am just someone trying to find my way through life. I am a reader, writer, traveler, fighter, philosopher, artist and all around nice guy. I am outdoor person but heavily into technology, science, psychology, spiritualism, Buddhism, martial arts and horror films. I believe in positive action more than positive thinking.
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