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The dream walker

I'm writing this to document my story, in case someone else has had a similar experience. Anything to shed some light on the situation really. I'll start from the beginning.

I have, for all my life, lead a privileged life: private school, three holidays a year, the latest phone..... well, you get the picture. As a result of leading that stereo-typical wealthy, only-child lifestyle I was selfish at best and combined with my love of pointing out the errors of my class mates, I had a hard time making friends at school. As a result of this self-induced alienation I found my self hanging out with a select group of weirdos in the class who, appose to playing foot ball outside in the sun, would rather sit in there dank the stinking cesspool of a dorm and play video games.

As with all people they had their.... quirks shall we say, but overall they seemed to accept me into there group quite readily. And much to my surprise they even invited me to what, in their world, classed as a social occasions. Whether it was a few of us sitting in the dark playing video games or just sat watching some crappy 90's sci-fi movie, I was invited.

As I got to know them more I began to learn about some of their more unusual hobbies ,and know its not what your thinking.... at least try to keep your mind out the gutter. But I digress, as I got to know them they I was introduced to several 'magic' websites. I'm sure you'll have seen this kinda thing before, some spurious site where people post various 'home made' spells. Although I've got to admit, despite my dismissal of such sites I was still rather apprehensive when they suggested to me that we try one of the spells out.

Despite my apprehensions I went ahead with it, the spell was apparently meant to invite a friendly spirit into the house. The concept of a friend undead or not, who want a massive nerd, was exciting so how could I resist?

The ritual involved each of us writing on a piece of paper what we wanted out of this spirit and with a group of socially awkward 15 year old boys, I'm sure you can imagine what went on those pieces of paper. Next we all cut the end of our finger and put a few droplets of blood onto the page before burning the pages and reciting the following verse in Latin "Credere non possum ad praesens circumspexisset".

As I had expect nothing happened, my friend James said he felt something but we told him he was just being jumpy and went to bed.

That night I was restless, and as with restless nights, I was able to recall some of my dreams. I had dreamt of a beautiful girl, it wasn't the usual kind of dream I guy my age may have either, I just remember seeing her. I never told the guys as if neither of them had a dream I assumed it must have been a coincidence.

I went on with school like normal, nothing out of the ordinary occurred  and I even managed to mend some of the bridges my previous snide comments had burned with my class mates. I made other friends and over time grew apart from the nerdy guys I had previously associated.

It had  been about a month since Id even texted my old friends and, as far as I knew they were doing well, it was around that time that my dreams started again. As I lacked a girl of my own at the time, I started focusing more on this girl in my dream, until nearly every dream consisted of me spending time with this girl.

Over time we grew close, and strange and creepy as it sounds, I felt the same connection you would feel with another person, maybe even closer. It wasn't long after that that I started noticing someone, well more something, in the distance of my dreams. It was blurred and near transparent at first, little more than a puff of smoke. But as I focused, as I fixated on this strange entity that haunted my dreams, the more vivid it became, until it was no longer an it, but a he.

Over time he grew closer and closer.He never moved in my dream but from night to night he drew ever closer, encroaching on me and the girl from my dream. Although strange and worrying I never gave it much thought until one night I went to sleep and I dreamt not of my girl, but of him.

In the dream he stood, slightly hunched, a labored wheeze coming from under his cloaked body, I starred for what seemed like an age, willing my self to wake. But I couldn't.

When finally, in the morning I roused my self, I felt fatigued.... no.... more than that, exhausted. As if I had spent the whole night awake. This has continued for sometime now, and last night, he had me backed into a corner, his rancid breath heaving down my neck.

I don't know if its the fatigue but I have started to notice something, a shadow out the corner of my eye, a wheezing down the hall way. I've decided I need to talk to some one, this cant go on. I made an appointment with a doctor to try get all this straightened out. Ill see how it goes and post any results on here, wish me luck.

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Some use that was. 50 questions, 20 understanding nods and a blood test later, I have a bottle of sleeping pills. Apparently the doctor believes its the stress and sleep deprivation that caused it and I've been advised to take the day off and get some rest. Well I guess it cant hurt the situation any more, after all, on my way to the doctors I saw him fully for the first time, stood across the street. He didn't move just stared.

Its getting late now and I have all the lights on in the house, as well as locking all the internal and external doors. I left the curtains open so as not to feel totally disconnected from the world.

I've heard people can go mad from seclusion and I have enough problems already. I'm going to take the pills and hope that my new measures help to free me from this dream walker, as I've taken to calling it.

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Last night I didn't think he was there at first, but then I felt him, his hand just touching my shoulder, I tried to pull away but I was frozen in fear, thankfully I was woken by a passing police car outside my window  so it didn't last long.

I did some research earlier into what the dream walker really is, and all I could find was one story, the link of which I'll leave at the bottom of the page, but even with this information I cant find anything on how to get rid of him, is it because no one is ever left to say?

Well either way I have come up with a plan on how to find out if something really is causing this or if its just me. To night I'm going to film myself sleep and watch over the footage in the morning. If there is nothing there then at least I know I'm not in any real danger.

Anyway, I'm going to be staying at a friends house tonight, hoping the change of scenery will help to calm down, its a 3 hour trip so I'm going to try get some rest.

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That journey was a god send, for the first time in...... I cant remember when, I slept soundly. Maybe it was just me and I needed to get out more. Well anyway my friend has said he is going to show me to my room, let me get unpacked then we are going into town to get something to eat. I'm still going to try the camera tonight, although after that journey I doubt it will turn up anything.

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My god I'm freaking out right now. Last night was great. But when I looked over the footage, something was seriously wrong..... Just as I fell asleep, I saw something. He was stood in the corner, it stared down at me then reached down and touched my shoulder.

Since then I started seeing it again and hearing the noises. My friend went off to buy some coffee for breakfast, and I can hear it, slow wheezing and...... shuffling footsteps down the hall. The foot steps are nearly at the door now...... oh god..... 