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8 Pedro was dreaming. The wind slapped his face with a strong aroma of smoke. He looked around and saw hell. There were fires raging all around him, but it had a vaguely familiar look to it. After looking around for a moment, he realized that he did know this place. It wasn’t hell. It was Dallas. There was so much chaos. People were running everywhere, from the demons. There were thousands of the creatures, and they were devouring everything that they touched. He saw a demon pounce on an old ...

1 Running. It seemed that she was always running these days. It wasn’t just the days, either. It was nights, too. She was even running in her dreams, which she knew this was. But the horrors that were pursuing her were relentless. She could not stop. She dared not stop. For if she stopped, she knew that she would never wake up. The tunnel seemed to stretch on for an eternity, and it probably did. She would keep running, though. She had to. Eventually she would wake up, if she kept ahead of t...

Robert Nightengale anxiously watched the clock. He knew exactly when the telephone would ring, yet dreaded every second that passed by. Every night at eight forty-five, he would try to think of something to do, something that could get him out of the house. At nine, though, he would find himself shakily reaching for the phone as the ringing echoed through his apartment. The sound reverberated through his skull, louder and louder, until he could take it no more. He would fight back the tears ...

4 Sonja awoke from the nightmare screaming fiercely at the walls of her nearly empty room. Her whole body ached as if she had just run a marathon. In her dreams, she had. She had run through the endless tunnel for what seemed an eternity. The monsters never caught her, thank God, but they had never ceased chasing her, either. She ran and the obsidian little devils pursued, that’s the way it always had been. There were never any differences in the dreams, never any great mysteries unraveled. S...

"Dad called me yesterday." That was all that Jason said as he stared out across the lake. Just your normal everyday conversation starter between two brothers. But there was nothing normal about what Jason had said. Our father had been dead for almost a year. Jason gave me a quick look, then drained the last of his Michelob in one large swallow. He started to get up from his chair, but I grabbed him by the wrist before he could get to his feet. "What did you just say?" I asked my younger broth...