https://stefikalinspires./2015/03/21/bed-sheet-palava-a-short-story/

Hi, how’s the weekend going?
Okay so after sleeping for barely two hours between
yesterday night and this morning because of the test I
had to prepare for in school this morning. My eyes are
heavy, but then after a short nap (and yeah thanks, my
test in school today was fine), I decided to try something
new. I once told a friend I wanted to write morbid, you
know something new. And I got to work, I don’t think it’s
as perfect as I’d have loved but for a first time attempt at
something new, I’d just chill with a bottle of cold malt
and applaud myself. *winks*
Read, share and most importantly tell me what you think.
Enjoy!


BED SHEET PALAVA

She almost stumbled as she ran, she heard laughter from
the faceless bodies that chased her. She found it strange
that the bodies had heads but no facial organ, no eyes, no
ears, and here they were laughing and making silly
sounds even when they had no mouth. She was panting
heavily and she could feel fatigue tearing at her joints but
there was no stopping.

The creatures chasing her looked like there were more
than twenty of them and here she was the victim of the
attack with no means of self-defense, she heard one of
them give a shout more like an order and she was forced
to stop when she realised that the creatures were no
longer chasing her.

Stopping to catch her breath, she tried to decipher what
the lead creature could be telling them, she knew she
was supposed to find a place to hide but where she was a
simply big field of which she had no idea where the start
was neither did she know the end. The rustling sound she
heard broke into her thoughts, she opened her mouth in
dismay as the creatures jumped into the belly of the
creature who had been ordering them intially. They kept
jumping into the stomach while the creature who seemed
to be swallowing the others contorted it’s face, she could
not tell what expression it wore but it was a blend of pain
and excitement. She was scared, the pain she assumed
was because of the speed with which the others were
rushing into it’s belly but the excitement she found
disturbing.

She started to run, she had no idea what was going to
happen but she knew it was certainly not going to be
pleasant, she could feel a sharp pain in her chest, she
wondered if she could run any longer. Just then she
heard a loud explosion and turned to see the that the
creature had finished swallowing the others and was
beginning to grow in size, it seemed like it was swelling
and the form was changing to what seemed like a
zombie.

She watched as it grew to about thirty times her height,
the facial features which were once absent were
beginning to emerge even though the forms were uglier
than what was seen in the average human.

She started running again this time with more confusion
than ever, how was she supposed to escape this gigantic
zombie in this field? Suddenly she heard a clap of thunder
and the field got darker than it had been a couple of
minutes, she looked up to see the dark clouds when it
began to rain almost immediately.

Now she could hear the footsteps of the giant zombie as
it approached, she was drenched from the rain, tired from
the incessant running, hungry, disgusted by the gruesome
sight she had seen of the faceless creatures some
minutes ago and now she was afraid of what could
happen if the zombie got a hold of her.

She was panting heavily as she ran now, there was no
reason to turn back and see how close the zombie was to
her. Just then she felt a thud and a strong grip on her
shoulder, the change in the proximity of her legs to the
floor made her realise she was toast. She closed her
eyes and tried closing her nose from the stench that
oozed out of the zombie’s body, she opened her eyes
when she heard some weird sounds. She nearly fainted
as she had a closer look at the zombie’s face, it was
uglier than what she had seen when she had been farther
from it and she wanted to puke as the zombie reeked of
something she could not explain.

And that was when it happened, the zombie opened it’s
mouth and began to move her frame into it’s huge mouth,
from her head region down to her torso, it guided her
body into it’s mouth like a child would place a lollipop
into his mouth. She was panicking, shouting, kicking and
screaming but that did not change the zombie’s hand
from tucking her left leg which hung at it’s lip into it’s
mouth.

She woke to the screeching sound she had heard and that
was when she realised her mouth was the source of the
scream. Her palms were wet but it did not just stop with
her hands, she could feel liquid droplets cascading every
part of her skin, she had even tasted some of the fluid as
it greeted her lips and that was when her brain cells
froze.

She ran to the section of her room that housed the
standing mirror, she wondered why she was scared to
view her reflection in the mirror, why was it proving
difficult to open her eyes? It seemed her eyelids had
decided to merge and she shivered as she made mental
pictures of what she looked like at that moment.

The only thing she was sure of was the fact that she was
wearing her blue colored pyjamas, every other detail was
no where to be found as she racked her brain. She started
to move her lips in a bid to count like she did whenever
she was tense. Although the effort to count down to ten
was tedious as well, each mutter of the next number from
her lips came with the fierce sharp sound of her heartbeat
and that terrified her even more.

She got to seven when the eyelids chose to get divorced,
and there she sighed as her reflection greeted her. As
much as she did not like the sight that greeted her, she
felt some looseness from the tight hold she had felt in her
chest over the past few minutes.

Here she was drenched in God knows what this liquid
was, she touched her face and her hands came in contact
with a nonuniform blend of her sweat and the red
coloured liquid.

The relief she felt was indescribable, certainly if anyone
had been in her shoes; they would feel the same way she
felt right now. She wondered what would happen if it had
not been a dream.

But then she was confused as to why she would wake up
in the middle of the night looking this way, she retraced
her steps back to her bed and nearly fainted at the mess
her favourite bed sheet had become. She hardly used this
bed sheet, it had been the last gift her best friend Lisa
had given to her before she died from an ailment eighteen
months ago.

This was the last that reminded her of her friend and here
it was stained with the same fluid that she had all over
her skin. She held her heads and screamed as it dawned
on her who the architect of all that befell her was.

She needed no seer to tell her this was her twin brother’s
doing, Henry had finally followed through with the threat
he made after she mistakenly broke the screen of his
android phone. She was sad that he chose a moment like
this to get back to her, she would have laughed over this
had she not had such a terrifying dream and right now all
Henrietta wished for was to smash his laptop’s screen
but she knew it would not still amount to the emotional
torture she had just gone through.

She took the mess her bed sheet had become and
proceeded to the bathroom where she dipped the bed
sheet in a bucket of water with some detergent, before
undressing for a bath to get rid of the fluid all over her
body. As the water hit her skin, memories of the rain and
the zombie in the dream running after her came back. She
felt that shiver and fear again and she knew that one
thing was sure, she would never see any movie that had
horrifying details especially if her twin brother
recommended the movie.

As she came out of the bathroom clad in her bathrobe,
she shrieked in fear as she bumped into a creature clad in
overflowing black garments. She was still screaming
when she heard laughter and felt hands touching her
shoulder, here was her brother parading as a monster in
the dawn of the day.

What sort of madness was this? She thought, he must
have figured she was angry because his laughter
suddenly died out.

She ignored him and walked towards her room when he
asked a question that fueled her anger.
“Are you kidding me?” She shouted, how could he ask if
she had any reason to be angry? “You think I have no
right to be mad, first you cajole me to watch that horror
movie and while I’m having a very bad dream you pull a
fast one on me, rendering my favourite bed sheet almost
useless. And you think I have no right to be angry?” She
screamed this time with her face contorted into a
grimace.

“You broke my phone.” Henry replied calmly while folding
his arms together with the black garment roughly tucked
in his arms.

“A mistake it was, people make mistakes and besides I
apologised. You did not have to go this far, I actually
considered smashing your laptop after what you just did
to me but I change my mind.” Henrietta replied while
unlocking the door to her room, she was about to go in
when she continued, “we are going to be nineteen in a
few months, I think maturity is what I should aim for now
and not anymore of this childish pranks.” She concluded
before entering the room.

Henry followed suit, he had only meant this as a prank
although it had been slightly laced with revenge, the
screen of his phone was badly broken and he felt she had
done it on purpose but now he saw his mistake.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m truly sorry, and I’m sorry about
your bed sheet too.” He knew that bed sheet meant a
whole lot to his sister, he had not even considered that
the red watercolour liquid was also going to assault the
sheet. “Please, forgive me.”

“I want to sleep Henry, please excuse me.” She
demanded.

“Henrietta I’m truly sorry, oya I’ll wash the bed sheet. I
promise to get you coldstone and pizza.” Henry
apologised, darn the bed sheet! The only reason he was
uttering all these was because he felt bad about the bed
sheet.

Henrietta could not help but smile, as much as she
wanted to stay angry she found it hilarious that her
brother had offered to wash especially when she knew he
detested washing, and the coldstone and pizza was a
shock too. They were yet to get their allowance from their
father who was out of the country and here he was
making promises.

She raised a brow, “I forgive you not because of what you
just said but because I can sense that you are truly sorry.
But you are not touching that bed sheet, I’ll do the
washing myself.”

Henry smiled but he was hoping she would cancel either
the icecream or the pizza and he extended his hands for a
hug. A gesture she returned before speaking to his ears,
“If you think I’m going to cancel the pizza and coldstone,
then you are definitely dreaming. When do I get it?” She
asked with a mischievous glint as she was still locked in
an embrace with her crazy twin brother.

No matter how crazy he was, she would forever cherish
moments like this were they got to argue and make up
but she wanted no crazy episode like what he had just
put her through. She hugged him tightly and smiled, at
least something good had come out of the whole drama.

Coldstone and pizza!

seriously following

Steph is this you?? nice one dear

You did good stefikal, one won't believe this is your first attempt in this type of writing. You broke from your norm. I could feel adrenaline set in as if I was running with her and I'm glad it was all a dream but her brother no try at all. I dunno what I would have to him if it was me. Well done dear. Is this the end?

Brothers could be really mischievous

Stefikal, I hope I can also greet you welcome you back since I had been following Meant to Be back when I was still in ' guest mode' on NL.
So, welcome back.

At a point i was losing attention but something urged me to read on...

You are a good writer

Cool