If I could change one thing, it would be killing Rambone.
His yappy bark, going on and on and on throughout the night. I just couldn't stand it.
Rambone was their newest addition. A small yorkie that loved to hear himself speak. While most dogs barked on and off throughout the day, Rambone was always barking. Even the ladies knew this, as they locked him outside. As if that helped. His bark would echo its way into my house however it could, through closed windows, thick walls, and what felt like magic as well.
Ever since we moved into this neighborhood, I haven't been able to get a good night's sleep. It was either him or the other dog Joel.
Joel was known for stealing sheep. All night long, he would go on and on.
It was those old ladies whose backyard touched ours. They were a foster home and were constantly bringing in new pets as the old ones were adopted. New pets who hadn't yet learned how to be quiet.
Now, since I'm new in the neighborhood, I guess they were trying to be extra friendly to me. Because one day while tending my garden, one of them came over to talk with me.
She went through all of the niceties that society forces upon us, but I could tell that she was hoping to talk about something else.
"If you ever need a little extra help" I offered, opening the gates far wider than I should have.
From here, I was exposed to an absolutely heart wrenching tale (or at least thats what it was supposed to be) about how she was leaving for the weekend and needed someone to watch her little horde of dogs.
I stupidly agreed.
Well, it was more stupid of them to ask me. It was an awful choice really. Because they left, I went to bed, Rambone began his nightly howls, and well, Rambone quickly stopped his nightly howls.
People trust me with their pets; they shouldn't.
I'm cursed. I just know it. There's no other reasonable explanation for these nightmares to keep coming back.
They were horrific too, leading me from a regular dream down into madness of pain and terror. I try to fight back, to wake up, to not sleep, but my body breaks down and forces me into slumber each day. I can't avoid them.
They've begun to repeat, and I don't know what that means. Is it a chance to make better choices? Can I beat these dreams? Or is my curse just getting tired.
Last night I dreamt I was fighting vampires again.
It began with one, who I managed to hide from. But it bit my friends. And they bit my family. And before long, everyone I knew had surrounded my house in swooping black robes and flashing their pointed teeth.
I had barred the door, but they smashed through the windows, the cuts in their arms oozing a sort of blackened blood. I ran upstairs and pushed a dresser across the path, but they managed to get through the upstairs windows as well. In the end, I was trapped cowering in my closet, trying to save myself from these beasts. But it wasn't enough. They ripped the door off of it's mounting and grabbed me by the arms.
I woke up screaming and thrashing around violently.
The other vampires in the room woke up at the noise and looked at me.
I smiled sheepishly, just barely showing my fangs.
"Sorry, just another dream"
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