To begin with this is not some story I came up with during the dull moments of my life this is by every essence of the word true. Now ordinarily I quite enjoy horror, whether it comes from movies, books, or second hand accounts from other people. But this one is by far the strangest and scariest and it happened to me. It all began with a dream I had quite some years ago and yet despite the time that has passed I still recall every detail as if it had only just happened.
The dream begins with me appearing in the paddock of my family’s home, I live in the country and enjoy the silence. The scene was already peculiar. The sun was covered with dark cloud thick with rain and ready to unleash its deluge like a pregnant woman at the brink of birth. And the ground around me as far as I could see was completely bare of grass, only dirt that had become thick and dark from a recent rainstorm. There was no shine of water, or mud just dirt that had become clumped together.
I raised my head from the now unfamiliar ground and see what I at first thought to be a cow with a very murky hide, one with a barrel like chest. But the longer I studied it the stranger it looked for a simple cow. I then recognised it for what it was, a dog, a dog so damned large it seemed unnatural. And its face was stranger still, the jowls of its face had holes in the side with its jagged teeth peeked through spying at me. And its ears seemed much the same like its face of made from tattered leather rags. Now I am not the sort who is afraid of dogs, but this one was much different.
It looked up at me and the eyes widened as though it had switched from docile to predator. My heart began to thump in my chest and I turned to run. But the soil had collected so much onto the underside of my shoes my movements had become slowed, and each step seemed to add to the weight that had collected. And then I fell forward into the cold dirt and I could feel it clinging to my skin. I felt the hulking form of the dog standing above me and its face pressing against the right side of my ribs.
And then a thought entered my mind. ‘Keep still and it’ll leave me alone. Keep still.’
And so I did I kept as still as I could, hoping it would leave me alone. I felt the face pressing hard into my ribcage. But I kept thinking ‘Don’t move, let it think you’re dead and it’ll leave you alone.’
It nuzzled my ribs harder and I felt it bite into my skin and yet I kept thinking ‘Keep still! Just keep still.’
I both felt and heard a strange crunching noise at my side and then I realized what it was. This damned thing was eating me it was eating through my ribs! And still the sentence ran through my head ‘Keep still! Just keep still!’
I felt the warmth of my blood leaving my body and I felt the cold start to flood through me as the pain worsened. And it was still gnawing through my side. And then finally I woke up.
Sitting up straight in my bed I gasped in the cold night staring into the darkness of my room with the image of that dog still strong in my memory. And then I noticed the strange numbness at my ribs where I was being eaten. I lifted my shirt and felt my side feeling normal skin, no marks not a thing. But that is not the most frightening thing, the scariest part is that every time I recount this tale, every time I think of that dog the numbness returns to my ribs and I remember it eating me. Even now as I type this I clutched my side and wait for the sensation to go away, and it does after a while. Yet still it always comes back when I recall what happened.