Last Nightmare (story)

Last night a teenager named Lev was running down the street. He knew he had to get home before his mom got upset. He couldn't be late again or things would be awful. "Why did I lose track of the time?" he thought to himself. He was going as fast as he could but he was still going to be late. He turned the corner and was crushed by the car of a drunk driver.


Lev found himself on the stage of a small auditorium. In front of him was a middle aged man in a tuxedo. The man was balding, fat, and smiling broadly. He had a microphone and was addressing an audience. The audience was made up of people suffering from a variety of horrible maladies. One man had bloody bits of metal protruding from his face and chest. Another had insects crawling all over him. One women had yellow bile seeping out her skin. All in all there were about three dozen people in the audience, all with equally dreadful afflictions.

The man in front of him spoke "And tonight we congratulate Lev, recently killed by being hit by a car."

He turned and gave Lev a cheerful nod.

"Lev has had quite an insignificant life. He has had no notable achievements, or has really ever accomplished anything worth mentioning. What's more, he would he never have accomplished anything had he not died so young. He was living in vain and his death means nothing at all. It's a truly pointless life has been snuffed out. Please rise to honor the most recent addition to the multitude of people who have died, and have no reason to be remembered.


The audience rose from their seats, almost as if they were being violently forced up. They gave a chorus made of shrieks and moans of pain. The man who had given the speech pointed to a black door off the stage. Lev slowly walked to it, put his hand on the knob, and opened it.