Normally i only have a dream where i wake up going wtf every few months, but nothing drastic. But last night was rough.
It started off like any normal night. Crawl into bed and slowly doze off. Once the dream began, it was a little odd, but not bad. It started off with Tish and I moving into an old house on a corner lot in a small town (she never did appear in the dream oddly enough). I was happy because i got if for a steal at $100k when it was worth about 5 million. So im walking around the house and all of our cats are there. A nice big house with wood floors and seems to be fairly old. I notice odd things happening here and there, like the watter just turning off while im filling up the cats water dish.
So i then meet the neighbors. They live in a building across a large green mowed field that goes directly up to the back of our house. I tell them i think the place is haunted and take a picture of the house to show them what looks to be a person in the window.
They confirm the place is haunted and that why the owners sold so cheaply. No big deal i thought. I'll just have a stern talk with the ghost to show him whos boss and get him to leave.
So I go about living there and more and more weird stuff happens. So i continue to freak out more and more. Creepy sounds begin and a terrible presence begins to make itself known. As you enter the front door, a wide staircase goes up the the second floor. This is where the being manifests itself.
I finally cannot stand it and start to pack my things. Im encourged by neighbors and family to confront the thing. And bring them along to show that it does exist.
As im walking back, the cats are in the window between it and a curtin. I see them being dragged off by an arm. A long, muscily arm with veins rippeling the skin and long yellow pointy fingernails.
So i get back into the house and all is quiet. I make my way to the stairs and start yelling for it to leave my house. Thats when the groaning and moaning begin as it slowly comes into view comming down the stairs. Floating, just 2 abnormally large dead looking arms with what looks to be tattered swaths of cloth flowing down where a torso should be. I start freaking out yelling for it to leave, but it just keeps slowly lumbering at me. I back up and continue to yell anything i hope will drive it off, but still it comes.
At this point tish wakes me up and tells me ive been mumbeling in my sleep.
What i wrote was very sketchy and does no where close of conveying what happened or how i felt. It was intense. I wish I was a better wrighter or even had more time to polish it up into something coherent. But dear god was that a freaky experiance.
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It started off like any normal night. Crawl into bed and slowly doze off. Once the dream began, it was a little odd, but not bad. It started off with Tish and I moving into an old house on a corner lot in a small town (she never did appear in the dream oddly enough). I was happy because i got if for a steal at $100k when it was worth about 5 million. So im walking around the house and all of our cats are there. A nice big house with wood floors and seems to be fairly old. I notice odd things happening here and there, like the watter just turning off while im filling up the cats water dish.
So i then meet the neighbors. They live in a building across a large green mowed field that goes directly up to the back of our house. I tell them i think the place is haunted and take a picture of the house to show them what looks to be a person in the window.
They confirm the place is haunted and that why the owners sold so cheaply. No big deal i thought. I'll just have a stern talk with the ghost to show him whos boss and get him to leave.
So I go about living there and more and more weird stuff happens. So i continue to freak out more and more. Creepy sounds begin and a terrible presence begins to make itself known. As you enter the front door, a wide staircase goes up the the second floor. This is where the being manifests itself.
I finally cannot stand it and start to pack my things. Im encourged by neighbors and family to confront the thing. And bring them along to show that it does exist.
As im walking back, the cats are in the window between it and a curtin. I see them being dragged off by an arm. A long, muscily arm with veins rippeling the skin and long yellow pointy fingernails.
So i get back into the house and all is quiet. I make my way to the stairs and start yelling for it to leave my house. Thats when the groaning and moaning begin as it slowly comes into view comming down the stairs. Floating, just 2 abnormally large dead looking arms with what looks to be tattered swaths of cloth flowing down where a torso should be. I start freaking out yelling for it to leave, but it just keeps slowly lumbering at me. I back up and continue to yell anything i hope will drive it off, but still it comes.
At this point tish wakes me up and tells me ive been mumbeling in my sleep.
What i wrote was very sketchy and does no where close of conveying what happened or how i felt. It was intense. I wish I was a better wrighter or even had more time to polish it up into something coherent. But dear god was that a freaky experiance.
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