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Through A Pregnancy of Fear

Horror, Fiction, Psychological

By Saige Adora Published 2 years ago 11 min read
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From the moment we laid eyes on the sonogram to see our baby I felt like there was a void in me. All the women who have shared stories of their pregnancies always said that it was a feeling of bliss. Many say they felt joy and different in a good way. So why did I feel nothing but emptiness?

Joe and I have been planning this pregnancy for years and with several doctors and specialists telling me I had a slim to no chance of ever getting pregnant, we were nothing but over the moon when we found out we were expecting. I'm now 32 weeks and this strange almost dark feeling inside me has plagued me since that first ultrasound.

Since the very beginning of my pregnancy, all of my dreams have become nightmares about brimstone and fire, end of the world apocalypse visions and I had front row seats. I keep telling my husband and our doctor about the feelings I have and the constant nightmares and the only thing they keep saying is that it is completely normal. I googled it, I google everything and everything on the internet says that it is not normal. There have been stories shared from other women about having weird almost theatrical dreams but no end of the world nightmares, especially constant ones. Nothing about this pregnancy was feeling normal to me.

The weeks turned into only days before I was set to deliver and I used every relaxation technique Google had, from yoga to pre-natal massages all the way to ASMR videos. Nothing was working and I was starting to think maybe it was just me.

One of my friends told me about this Gypsy woman who has been known to work miracles with extreme cases. At this point, the desperation got to me and I was going to try to exhaust every option I had to ensure our baby was brought into this world safe and sound, and as a bonus maybe some much needed ZZ's before I had no option but to stay awake.

I slipped out of the house early in the morning because if I was to let Joe know what I was going to try he would for sure think I have lost my mind. Madame Sherea Storm worked out of a little bookstore just in the next town over Jackson City. It was a 45-minute drive but I knew I would make it there in half that time because I was filled with a fear I have never felt before. The drive seemed like it took hours and with every mile, my heart seemed to beat so loud I'm sure the car next to me could hear it. Moments later I saw the big neon sign for Jackson City up ahead. I looked down at the clock what seemed like hours took 27 minutes.

The bookstore was an old building that was built in the 1920s that used to be one of the biggest hotels back then. It had a unique quality to it that made you feel like anything could happen. As I parked my car, I took a couple of deep breathes and reminded myself why I was here. With the feelings, I have felt and the dreams well nightmares it did not take much convincing.

I stepped out onto a rock-covered street and told my brain to move my feet. As I approached the bookstore the outer windows had an iridescent-like gleam to them and the doorway was made of sandalwood and Celtic knots carved so delicately boarding the frame. I stepped inside and instantly smelled sage and a hint of lavender.

I was approached by an elderly woman with long black hair with strands of different colored beads that wrapped around almost making a crown. With no words, she motioned for me to follow her to another room. There were pillows in every corner and silk drapes hanging gracefully from the ceiling. Directly in the middle of the room was a small round table with a deck of what looked like cards and a deep burgundy cloth.

Growing up watching fantasy horror shows I already knew where to sit because the scene looked like it was straight out of the movies. There was an awkward silence and then Madame Sherea spoke. Her voice was angelic and soft. I felt my entire body relax. “My dear child, may I see your palms?” The question caught me off guard and I hesitated only for a minute. With the same hesitation now in my voice I said yes.

Her hands were very soft and gentle. She studied the palms of my hands for what seemed like a very long time. Then I saw the worry. The age lines showed their faces and her eyes became warm. Almost as if she had children herself. “May I ask why you look worried” my voice broke on the last word.

She did not answer. Instead, she asked another question that made me pull my hands quickly away. “Child, may I place my hands on your stomach.” Paranoia consumed my thoughts and fear was all I saw.

Madame Sherea placed both hands on my stomach, where my unborn child rest. She placed one hand near my hip and the other fell gracefully on the upper part of my stomach. “Oh my!” said Madame Sherea and this time it made me jump.

“Please Madame Sherea I need answers because I knew from the moment, I saw my baby that I felt empty, dark, and alone”

“My child, have you been having dreams that turn into nightmares more than an average human?”

All I could do was shake my head yes. My head was spinning and every molecule in my body wanted to flee and pinch myself to wake up from this nightmare.

“There is a legend that many ignore because they think it is fiction, but it is very real”

“What is it?”

“Have you ever heard of a Demi-God?”

With more shock than I wanted to show “you mean like Perseus or Hercules?”

With no words, she shook her head yes.

“What does even of this have to do with my baby or my dreams?” I may have shouted but the fear made me lose control over the volume of my voice.

The elderly woman looked around like she was waiting nervously for someone to come in and then like a flip of a switch she stood up fast and told me the session was over and I needed to leave.

“NO!” I shouted this time meaning to raise the volume of my voice. “I have been dealing with this from the very beginning and I have to know.”

Madame Sherea did not even turn in my direction and with her back towards me and command in her voice she said one word “LEAVE!”

I grabbed my purse up pulled myself off the floor and almost stumbled trying to run out of the bookstore.

My mind was so full so clouded that I did not even realize I was pulling into my driveway. I decided against telling my husband about my encounter with Madame Psycho Path. I walked inside and did what I always do open Google and started searching for answers. I did not have the slightest clue what to start with. So, I searched my mind over what she said to me and started with legends on Demi-Gods.

I started to feel pressure in my stomach. Suddenly I was sweating and my heart was racing. I was 3 days away from my due date. According to my classes, doctor and everything on the internet what I was experiencing had nothing to do with labor. I told myself I was probably just worked up from everything that happened. So, I pushed it aside and continued to do more research.

My research was still coming up empty. I decided to input my symptoms and add Demi-God to the search bar. As soon as the search page loaded it felt like the wind was knocked out of me. In bold letters at the top of the page stood the title “Birthing Satan.”

The page had an article attached to it. “Legends of women giving birth to underworld Demi God's”. I held my breath as I forced myself to read the article: “Some say that these legends are nothing but a hoax made-up stories to scare women into abstinence, but others who have witnessed these fiction characters come to life say they are real and they are a warning.” The women who have shared their stories have brought what they experienced to reality. They say you start feeling an emptiness that cannot be relived. You will feel a dark presence inside you and fear takes over your mind because you know something is not right. Then dreams turn to nightmares. These dreams become somewhat of reality shortly after birth. Seventy-six percent of the women who go through this experience do not survive birth. It is a mystery how these Demi-Gods pick their host. So, you are the judge. Is it all fiction or is there truth behind birthing an underworld Demi-God?

As I finished reading this article, I did not realize I was in tears. Deep down I knew the truth, but if I told Joe chances are he would have me committed. So, either way, I was going to take my chances with bringing into this world whatever it was living inside of me.

My stomach began to tighten and the pressure became unbearable. As I slid out of the chair Joe ran downstairs in time to see me sitting in a pool of amnionic fluid. My water just broke. Suddenly waves of sharp pains pierced through my body as if this thing was clawing me from the inside. Joe rushed to call 911.

As Joe was nervously talking to the emergency operator, I felt my entire body freeze. It is as if all the lights suddenly went out and I was thrust into nothing but darkness.

I was in a dark room. No light for as far as I could see. Not even a flicker of brightness. I was scared and alone, just like I had felt through this entire experience. I kept walking around just trying to find anything I could to see through the blackened room.

The thought of death flooded my mind. Was I dead? Did that thing kill me? I just wanted to see anything. I started to panic and felt my chest become heavier as if someone was sitting on me. I tried to yell out for help, but who would hear me? I kept begging my mind to give my voice volume but as I screamed and yelled no sound was coming out.

Fear engulfed everything and phobias I did not even know I had come to the surface. The phobias I knew I did not have became reality. Was it just me or did it seem like the walls were closing in on me?

My mind started to shut down and all of my senses seemed to abandon me in my biggest time of need. I was dead. I just knew I was. I started hearing noises finally, but the noises I heard sounded like nails on a chalkboard. At this point, my legs stopped working and I could not feel my feet anymore. I thought to myself this is it. I prepared myself for the end.

Suddenly I saw a light and it was so bright. They always say never go into the light, but anything is better than this hell I was in. At first, I walked towards the light and then my feet moved before my brain could catch up and I was sprinting towards the light.

I heard a voice a male voice. Wait it was my husband's voice. I started screaming “Joe I'm here I'm here!” As his voice became louder, I started to see shapes and colors. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder. WAKE UP WAKE UP! HUH!

I opened my eyes wider to see Joe next to me in bed. So much confusion overran my mind. I looked around and we were in our bedroom in bed. I threw the blankets off me and started feeling my stomach. My stomach was flat. Did I have the baby? I asked Joe where the baby was and a look of uncertainty was the only expression on his face.

“Honey, what baby?”

“Our baby!” I snapped.

“We don’t have a baby yet”

“YET!”

“You are only a few weeks along it was a nightmare go back to sleep”

A new fear came over me. Millions of questions went through my mind. Did I see the future? Am I carrying the ruler of the underworld? I did not have any answers. Only skepticism and doubt.

Every first-time mother’s fear is that of her unborn child’s safe passage into this world. Fear has a weird and horrifying effect on the human body. It almost makes your dreams feel like your reality.

Horror
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Saige Adora

There is a lot of good in this world, and it is between the pages of a great story. Writing is such a passion of mine, that I am priviledged to be able to share with my readers. Please enjoy these stories and more magic is coming soon...

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