The Demon in My Dream
by Alexis McQuillan (April 21, 2012)
I was lying in bed with my back turned to my husband. He rolled over to his side and hugged me. I had thought that he was sound asleep and felt that it was odd of him to spoon me in the middle of the night. When I rolled over I discovered that the love of my life was indeed awake. I smiled at him and asked him what he was doing up so late.
Only, he wasn’t my husband.
When he smiled back at me, his grin continued beyond its normal limits and stretched into something inhuman. As I continued to watch, I saw Amon’s face appear over my husband’s. His snout-like nose protruded the once handsome features, and his face completely morphed into the demon I had become so familiar with. Then, it would disappear and my husband would return. He did not stay that way for very long. It was as if the demon and my husband were one. And they were caught in an everlasting shape shifting time-loop.
Amon knows that my family is my greatest weakness, and he preys on this to gain control over me. He began to speak to me in an unearthly low growl.
“I know your father. His name is Ralph,” he said.
“My father is George,” I shook my head and began to tremble. I needed to gain control of my fear and I wasn’t going to allow this demon to beat me down.
“Your real father is Ralph,” he said as he leaned in closer to me.
“NO!” I shouted, “My REAL father is George!”
I must have found the courage and strength to stand against him, because at that moment I bolted awake with sweat pouring down my cheeks. I felt the pressure and heat release from my body, and I caught a slight odor of rotten eggs and sulfur as he left my room.
It was not the first time that this demon had visited me in a dream, and I imagine it will not be the last.