Stolen Dreams - Lost Letters - Bonus Horror Fiction

Stolen Dreams by Loluan/Lukas of 9MM Retirement Radio. The leaves made a crunchy sound as they cracked under my boot. The sound cut deep into the surrounding night and felt as unnatural as what we pursued. With baited breath, we moved forward, trying to calm our nerves. It was only the two of us, me and Agent Serena, and we both felt as if we weren’t up for the task.Our shaky hands held the submachine guns as we moved ever closer to our target, our sounds masked by the running river close by and in the cover of the night, which only the moon dared to break up when the clouds stopped harassing it.It has already be en two weeks since we entered this village hidden from the world behind old trees and located right where the river looped. If we hadn’t been there on an assignment, I would have called it beautiful, but something was not right here.We noticed the moment we set foot into it: Everything felt wrongly colored. The trees moving in the wind didn’t produce any sounds besides their creaks, which sounded like cries against the ever-changing world around them. The grass felt dry, and for every step, I held my breath, fearing it would cut my skin once it came in contact.The first few days went by fast. We mainly stayed on the outskirts of town to stake out everything. We saw who lived their lives and where they remained during the day and night, and found out their rhythm. See who didn’t belong and felt as wrong as the whole thing.Lastly, we moved closer, deeper into this town.The orders we got were clear. Carpenter told us about a defective scientist who got cold feet. There was also something about a facility amid these huts and shelters that calls itself a village. They seemingly told just enough to get Carpenter's attention, but not enough for us to know what was happening.Some branch of the government seemed to be conducting experiments, and here was all we were told. Find out what it was, get the scientist out of there alive, so they can tell us what the fuck is going on, and stop all of this.They made it sound simple.The second night was when I felt it for the first time. Serena took the night and continued to watch while I lay down, tossing and turning. The little barn we had hidden ourselves in didn’t grant the luxury of a comfortable bed, so we collected the old hay together and improvised some beds.The hay always pricked me with every move, but dug into my back once I started to lie still. But for a bit, it all made sense. While I layed there trying to sleep, everything felt as if two images of this world had been perfectly superimposed on each other.The wrong colors vanished, and all sound felt as if it started to hit the exact frequency my brain had always longed for. It felt as if I had achieved everything I had always wanted.Serena woke me up roughly and commented something about having the best sleep of my life, but I didn’t even listen as she told me about her findings during her watch. I was still there, or rather, I wanted to stay there. I was clawing at this reality that felt so wrong.The next days only made it worse. They went by in a haze as I always longed for sleep again. The moment of absolute serenity always felt further away, as if it was slipping through my fingers every time I got ahold of it.Serena must feel it too; she never overslept, but waking her felt harder every day.We knew we had to do something.When the fifth day rolled around,, we were sure who lived here and who was outside personnel.We just recognized the looks, the dissociated look that goes through everyone they met, the short hours of activity and the long hours of silence that fell over the town.We...

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