Night Terrors

He dreamt his German Shepherd was in the room, he felt its presence.

He commanded it to leave the room, he got up to forcibly remove the dog from the room.

He woke up.

He was sitting up in bed.

Looking over at the bedroom door he saw it was firmly closed. Looking around the room and under the bed, he determined the dog was not in the room at all.

Just a dream.

He lay back down. He closed his eyes. He calmed down his breathing. He heard a voice.

Was he dreaming? No, he was awake.

Was his sleep addled brain playing tricks on him? No, there was the voice again.

It sounded muffled, like it was over a radio.

Were there cops on the street?

He got up, walked over to the window, pulled back the curtain and looked out. No, nothing on the street. Empty.

He heard the voice again. He tried to pinpoint the source.

The bedroom door? The closet?

He crept across the room.

He put his ear to the bedroom door. He heard the voice again. The closet.

He crept to the closet. With hands on knees he put his ear to the closet door.

“Hunny, are you asleep?”

He stood up and looked towards the bed. “No, I hear voices. I’m trying to find out where they’re coming from.” He turned back to the closet door.

“Bruce, are you sure you didn’t just dream it?”

“I’m awake, I heard the voice.” Silence.

They both listened.

The voice spoke.

“Oh, that’s my cell phone.” She stated. “The battery is low.”