Dream Girl – Psychological Thriller

Short Story

Dream Girl – Psychological Thriller Short Story

She cut a piece from my heart and picked it by inserting the tip of the blade of a long
knife. Very delicately she straightened the knife to carry the blood sprinkling meat piece
in to her mouth. A red stream of blood, emanating from the tip and travelling on the
shining sharp steel blade, filled the groove of the five corners star sign marked on the
blade just before the wooden handle of the knife. Few blood drops spilled from her lips’
joint at the right side as soon as she started chewing the piece. She smiled as
she gulped the meat.

I felt a sharp cut on my chest and found it too heavy to breathe. I opened my eyes. Oh
my god… it was dream – a nightmare. After realizing that it was a dream, I became
more tensed and restless. Digital watch on the side table showed 5:30 AM, Wednesday,
13th February 2013. I started sweating profusely. It was my thirteenth dream. I had
maximum eighteen and half hours to live if this dream would also come true as did my
last twelve dreams, which I dreamed on the thirteenth day of every month since I met
her on Friday the 13th, January 2012.

I completely forgot her head lying on my chest making difficult for my lungs to restore
the normal breathing. My still alive heart was pulsating very fast. I was almost drowning
in flood of the fresh sweat on my chest. All the last twelve dreams flashed in the
sequence in my mind.

Exactly thirteen months back I first met her when I was returning from my mother’s
funeral. A mesmerizing beauty, wrapped in a black suit, got down from an old model but
neatly maintained car. Her beauty magnetized my full consciousness to be focused on
her. I wasn’t a lecher and moreover was just coming out of a funeral, more over, that of
my mother, but my eyes disallowed to look somewhere else. She turned to me; and
there I was, totally unaware of being caught red handed brazenly staring at a beautiful
stranger at the gate of the burial ground. My sight and mind both were caught in the
depth of her illusive green eyes. Within no time, I found my body was lifted in the air and
sucked through her eyes to a new world. I kept flying, higher and higher. Sun was
getting dim and turning in a star as I left the solar system behind. The sky was full of
stars – few twinkling, few flaming and few exploding. Soon I saw a green planet.
Everything was green there – green sun, green moon, green cloud, green water, green
restaurant… and there she was waiting for me on a table, in a cosy restaurant. There
were two candles – smaller one was burning the body of the bigger one. Two glasses
filled with the champagne were lying beside a vase with a rose bud. I picked the bud
and touched her glass gently with the tip of the rosy petal.

She laughed, “… but you just said I had most beautiful eyes”.

Alarm broke my dream. It was first time in my life that the alarm broke my sleep. I didn’t
remember dreaming anytime in my past or sleeping so long to allow the buzzing of the
alarm. Since my childhood, I had been treated for insomnia and schizophrenia (lack of
sleep and inability to distinguish between reality and imagination). I saw the digital
watch on the side table.

It read, “5:30 AM, Friday, 13th January 2012”.

Same day in evening, I found her sitting in a cosy restaurant.

I asked, “Would you mind if I join you?”

She smiled with sparkles in her green eyes and said, “You are welcome.”

First time I dreamed and it came true. She became my dream girl – literally. My chronic
disease wasn’t so easy to be cured by medicines. However her love was taking over the
abnormality, at least once in a month… just one night in a month. Before I realized that I
had started waiting for the thirteenth day of every month, she had already entered in my
life, as my wife, as my love, as my dream girl.

In my second dream, I saw having sex with her in my living room. That day she moved
in my apartment to live with me. That evening, we celebrated Valentine’s Day a day
earlier in my living room same as we did in my dream.

Two months later, we registered our marriage in the municipal office.

Registrar, after pronouncing her and me as wife and husband, praised her beauty, “You
have the most beautiful eyes and very sexy figure…”

Bang.

I was unable to control my fist breaking his soft nasal bone. Blood was falling from his
nose to the white marble floor of the municipal office; and I could see my dream girl
surprisingly but interestingly watching the blood. I had already seen this scene vividly
six hours ago when I was awaken by the alarm at 5:30 AM, Friday, 13th April 2012.

Autumn was on peak. Maple leaves were covering the pathways. Few were yellow, few
brown… I was watching the leaves swinging in the air before it touched my lawn. She
came from the behind and rested her head on my shoulder as she gently kissed my
neck, below my right ear.

“Do you like the free fall?” she asked, her kissing uncontrollable.

“Yes… I mean…” I couldn’t complete my statement.

Very soon her lips locked mine and we started peeling our clothes one by one like the
maple leaves were leaving the tree. By now I had already realized presence of the
psychic power in me, and was eagerly waiting for that night to see what would come
next as fortune for us.

I was falling through clouds, not like maple leaves but straight getting accelerated by the
gravity. I yelled for the help. Slowly her hand came forward, at the back of my head
pulling me closer to her face. I saw her green eyes… a deep green lake and immersed
in it. She locked my trembling lips by her’s and started feeding me powerful sedative of
our love. It was an unparalleled experience. We were flying in the air. Very soon we
were floating in the spongy clouds like the maple leaves…

Even this dream came true within ten hours on Friday, 13th July 2012. That day she
took me for the parachute jumping.

Last month when the alarm broke my dream at 5:30 AM, Sunday, 13th January 2013, I
had smile at my face. It wouldn’t going to be happened, at any cost. All odds were
against it.

“I am a normal man with no psychic power…. anyway such power doesn’t exist.” I was
already relaxed when she offered me a cup of coffee. “Should I tell her what have been
happening with me? Yes I should… she is my wife, my love”, I decided firmly.

I was about to tell her my unusual experiences when the door bell rang. She opened the
door to welcome a pale face old man in the snow covered old black overcoat and hat.

He offered a packet to her, “I must go back before it turns too bad. It took me a while to
find you Signori… sorry Signora” His Italian accent broke as he looked at her wedding
ring. He continued, “You may not know her… but she left a fortune for you, Signora. I
settled everything and finally here it is… her entire property in a note from her bank… it
is total three hundred grand more than 1 million” and he left us.

I almost fainted when she took out the banker’s cheque which read $1,313,000. I had
seen this number in my dream few hours ago.

Next one month we had our second honeymoon in the beautiful Europe.

We returned yesterday. We both were very tired. I was eager to go in the bed as soon
as possible, anticipating new gift from my dream but it turned to be nightmare. I realized
her presence very near to me. Her head was on my chest.

“Does she own paranormal power? Is she aware of my dreams? Why did I get psychic
power only after meeting her? Is she an enchantress or a witch? Why do I see dream
only on thirteenth day of the month?”

Another wave of sweat was sprayed by the millions of pores of my skin. Something
thicker was flowing on my chest. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Feeling of
sharp cut at my chest was getting intense. Her hair pin was cutting through my skin just
on top of my heart. A very thin stream of the blood through her right cheek was stopped
at the joint of her upper and lower lips. She further raised her face. Few blood drops
spilled from her lips’ joint at the right side.

There was a smile on her face that faded very soon when she saw the blood. In a jiffy
she ran to the kitchen and brought the first-aid box to dress the wound. When she
finished she came closer and planted a kiss on my forehead. I could see my blood stain
on her chin. She was looking the most beautiful woman on this earth… my wife, my
love, my dream girl. Seeing the realization of my thirteenth dream, I took a sigh of the
relief but started feeling guilty of doubting her. There was nothing abnormal in her; it
was me who wasn’t normal, and who had developed something strange. I couldn’t
control myself and cried while hugging her tightly.

“Honey, my love… my dream girl… I can’t wait for tomorrow. We shall celebrate our
second Valentine’s Day today itself. Last Valentine’s Day, you showered your love at
me… today I am going to serve my heart to you.”

Her smile widened.

We went to the supermarket to purchase required stuffs for our

private celebration. She was busy in buying grocery and other kitchen
items while I was looking for a cake recipe book and the needed
ingredients. I wanted to surprise her by my love.

“I am the luckiest man on the earth. Since she entered in my life, my

life has turned in a dream, a real dream. Everything is so magical, full
of enjoyment… that I have nothing more to ask from my life. My
dream girl and I… I can do anything for her…”

I was baking a heart shape cake.

I read the next line from the recipe book, “…decorate it with cherries.”

“Oh No!!! I forgot the cherries”

But there was a pack of red cherries on the oven. I grabbed the packet without much
thinking, and took out the cherries to decorate the cake. I kept the cake on the dining
table. Tens of scented candles were lighting our living room.

“Honey I am ready please join me to cut cake… could you also bring a knife please” I
called my dream girl.
And there she was… smiling in a red becoming gown… standing at the opening
between the kitchen and the living room. A knife with a long blade was there in her
hand. My eyes got fixed on the shining sharp steel blade on which a five corners star
sign was marked just before the wooden handle of the knife.

I fainted.

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