Copyright © 2013 by JD

 

Authors Note: This story you are about to read is one of emotions. I have laughed, got angry, cried, and even depressed while writing this story! Most of all, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you the reader will enjoy it as much as I did. For those who would like to email me, you can reach me at johndazel@hotmail.com. Please remember that if you like the stories here on Nifty to donate whatever you can to help keep this wonderful site up and running.

 

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The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.

 

 

Chapter 16: Monday November 18^th, 2013 – That Night!

 

I don't know if it was because of being uncomfortable, or if it was because I was scared out of my wits; whatever it was, kept me from falling asleep right away. As I laid on that hard uncomfortable floor, I thought about those mysterious head lights that chased me earlier. My mind started to run wild and those two beams of light soon became more and more sinister.

 

Sometimes I really hate my imagination and this was one of those times. I have always had a bad habit of getting easily spooked and because of this tended to have bad nightmares. This was the biggest reason my mom didn't want me watching scary movies as they always resulted in night terrors! As my mind was consumed by the headlights, I also started to picture the driver behind those headlights in my mind as well. Let's just say that the images that I came up with... well... they were not very friendly. In fact, they were downright scary!

 

I tried my best to picture the driver as someone who was just out to help me but failed in this attempt. What it did do was remind me of that guy who stopped to help my mother and the nightmare I had about it! Every time I tried to picture a friendly face, it would become distorted and evil like!

 

Somewhere an owl hooted and I about hit the ceiling in fear! "Damn it, get ahold of yourself Jamie!" I scolded myself.

 

Being a bed wetter until just recently, I never spent a night away from home, except for a couple times when Mom and I took a short vacation. Even then, we spent our nights in hotels. Because of this, I hardly ever slept over anywhere other than mine or sometimes Mary's house, let alone go on campouts. Unless you call making a fort out of my bed, sheets, and blankets... well... a campout. What this meant was that I did not have any experience at all out in the wild. I was a city kid and was use to the noises of the city! So, now lying there in the dark fort, with all the night sounds of the wild animals all around me, I became more and more scared of my surroundings. I was soon imaging all sorts of things out there, evil things trying find and kill me, maybe even make me into a soup! (This ridiculous fear actually came from watching some silly TV show on Nickelodeon Called, `Are You Afraid of the Dark'. On the show, this guy made the best soup in the world and everyone wanted a bowl of it and would pay a fortune to get one. It turned out that the secret ingredient was the fear from a child.) Anyway as much as I tried not to, I found myself thinking about this and also that masked killer from my nightmare. The one who looked like `Jason Voorhees' and killed my mom then tried to come after me as well. If there was ever the most perfect darkest fear, this masked killer would have been on the top of my own list. As much as I hated these thoughts, my mind continued dwell on them. Too scared of the stuff that was outside of the fort, and the thoughts inside my head; my small frame shook in terror as I laid there sleepless, waiting for morning to come. It was quite late when sleep finally found me.

 

My dreams started out weird and just got plain weirder... all the way to outright horrifying. In my dreams, I was being chased by headlights. Many times I was close to being run over but managed to duck out of the way just in time! Every time I thought I evaded the headlights, they were once again chasing me down and trying to kill me!

 

At some point my dream of my mother's disappearance once again plagued me. Like before, I was sitting in the front seat of the car when it broke down. Like before, Mom got out of the car and checked under the hood. Eventually the helpful man showed up and offered to help my mother. While my mom talked on the phone, I found myself again staring ahead at the silhouette of the woman in the car ahead of us. And like before, something seemed terribly wrong about it.

 

Suddenly as I stared at the back of the woman's head, I experienced something right out of the movie `The Exorcist'! The whole head turned around on its stationary neck and stared at me! I swear the back and shoulder never moved, just the head! And this wasn't what even freaked me out! The face that was mysteriously easy to make out, was that of my dead mother!

 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhggggggggggggg!" I screamed in terror.

 

I then turned and looked next to me where my mother was just at moments ago. On the seat was my mother's severed head! Again I screamed in terror and was about to open the car door and try to put as much distance between the car and me; when suddenly, the masked killer was at my door! As I continued to scream from intense fear, I felt a wetness flood my middle!

 

I was still screaming my head off when I suddenly sat up and found myself back inside the fort. My heart was beating faster then I think it ever has and I was having trouble breathing. Now awake I stopped screaming and looked around me in fear. I half expected the masked killer to be there somewhere hiding in the dark as I trembled in fear.

 

It took several minutes before my heart and breath slowed to normal. Now a new fear permeated me! I sat there quietly trying to hear if anyone might have heard my screams and was now on their way to check it out. For several minutes I listened and once I was sure that no one was coming, I relaxed. It was still dark and even though I continued to feel the prickle of fear run through me, I was still very tired. So I decided to try and get some more sleep before leaving my hiding spot.

 

I had been so wrapped up with everything else, that I hadn't at first noticed a familiar feeling. But as I tried to lie back down and go to sleep, I found myself now recognizing it. What was that familiar feeling? You guessed it! I had once again wet myself in my sleep.

 

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" I swore violently. "Why does this keep happening?!" I started to cry.

 

My jeans, underwear, and most of my shirt were completely soaked!

 

"What was I going to do now?" I asked myself quietly as the tears streamed down my cheeks.

 

I didn't have anything dry to change into and my wet jeans were becoming quite uncomfortable. I stripped out of my wet things and tried my best to use the blanket to dry them off, but that didn't help too much! Finally with no other choice, I decided to lay my wet things out on the floor to let them hopefully dry out before morning. I then wrapped my cold wet nude body in the blanket and tried to find a dry spot on the floor. I then crawled into a ball and cried myself back to sleep.

 

The rest of the night was dreamless; at least I didn't have any dreams that I remembered.

 

By the time the sun would rise that next morning, I would not only be cold and wet, as I somehow peed myself again; I would also find myself sore and stiff from lying on the hard wooden floor all night. I of course would also find myself questioning, what to do next! For now though, I slept ... All Alone!