Saturday Story 2025 #7 (Silver Nightmares)
Something new on my Patreon. This piece is connected to Mistress Silver. Synopsis below:
Ethan dreams about a mysterious woman with silver skin who’s coming to get him?
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(…)
The bus slowed as it approached the next stop. Ethan checked the mirror again, his pulse quickening as he saw a figure standing just beyond the reach of the streetlight. Tall, with liquid skin that seemed to shimmer like moonlight on water. He gulped as their eyes met—hers silver and piercing, and his own, wide with fear.
And then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
The doors hissed open with a mechanical groan. No one got on. Ethan let out a shaky breath and eased the bus forward, the fog swallowing it whole once more. He told himself it was just a trick of the light, a hallucination born of exhaustion and stress. But deep down, he knew better. She was real. And she was coming for him.* * *
“No, she’s not!” Mark Higgins said. “Come on, Ethan, you’re being paranoid! It’s just a fucking dream.”
The glow of the bar’s neon signs reflected on Mark’s face, making his smirk seem more like a sneer. There were too many people indoors that Saturday night, most of them watching the hockey game and betting on which team would come out victorious. Ethan nursed his drink, his fingers trembling as he clutched the glass.
“Paranoid?” Ethan’s voice rose, drawing a sidelong glance from the bartender, who quickly looked away. “You didn’t see what I saw. She’s… she’s not human. Her eyes—God, those eyes! —they saw right through me. And that skin, it shimmered like… like the surface of a lake at night. She’s real, Mark. I’m telling you, she’s real.”
Mark leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. His smirk never wavered, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes — either amusement, or disbelief. “Oh, sure, Ethan! A shimmering, silver-skinned woman is out to get you. And let me guess, she’s got some kind of dark, ancient power, right? Perhaps she’s a vampire or a witch or something. Come on, man, you’ve been watching too many horror movies!”
Ethan tightened his grip on the glass, threatening to break it. “This isn’t a movie, Mark. You think I’m making this up? Why the fuck would I do that? You know me better than that!”
Mark shrugged. “I don’t know, man. Maybe you’re stressed out from work. You’ve been driving that bus non-stop for months. Maybe you’re just… cracking a little. Happens to the best of us, right?”(…)
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