Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25411513-20140926002434

I still worry about it today, checking the corner of my eye and getting nightmares every night.



I stared at her, wide eyed. She stared back just the same. A little girl. But she isn’t a normal little girl, its almost as if she’s dead. She just stared at me, smiling. She wouldn’t stop smiling. It was spine chilling, like she was staring into my soul. It was a creepy smile. And her eyes, she didn’t have proper eyes, they were pitch black, as if I was imagining them. It looked like she had no soul, like she was just empty. And she looked at me as if I was nothing, as if I didn’t exist. Her skin was so pale, that it looked as if all her blood had been drained of her body. Everything about her was just, creepy. How did she even get there? I had looked in that direction not long ago. But all of a sudden it got really dark and cold. So I looked over to the window, and there she was, a creepy little girl. She looked about 6 or 7, with really short black hair. She was wearing a little green dress with a bow on the collar. For some reason I couldn’t look away from her, I don’t know why, but I just didn’t want too. Something was stopping me, a voice inside my head.

Saying, “Don’t look away” constantly. But I will fight this, I’m not going to listen to my conscience, even if it’s the last thing I do.



It was a risky decision. But I did it, and I’m still alive. Lucky I could run. If I couldn’t she would have got me. She chased after me, she just skipped along singing a little song that sounded like it was from the 1800’s. I was so terrified. It didn’t matter where I was, she still looked at me.



I still have the nightmares, I barely get sleep now. There’s 2, and they never change.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">1st dream: It’s in a blank room, nothing in there. Like a room in a mental asylum. I would always walk over to the corner, and then I would turn around.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">She was right there.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">Right in the corner opposite me.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">Always in the same position. She just stood there for about 10 minutes, well it felt like 10 minutes, but I know dreams and real life are very different when it comes to time. The whole dream was just me, staring at her, she didn’t move at all. It was horrible. Every time I have that dream, I feel so lost. Like I’m nothing, as if nothing in the world matters. Through the dream I would get more intense and scared. So I give up, I can’t hold it anymore. So right at the end of the dream, I would close my eyes. And when I opened them, she was right there, right in front of me, with that creepy smile. And that was when I woke up.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">2nd dream: This dream was in a church, a very old church. But it wasn’t like the other dream and what happened in real life. The girl was different, just something about her. It began when I opened the door to the church, and the girl was standing on the podium of the church. She was staring at me again, as if she knew I was going to be there. But it’s a dream, so of course she knew I was going to be there. I immediately start freaking out, so I turn back around and try opening the big doors. But they are locked. I turn back, and there she is. Right in front of me, with the same creepy smile.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">She reaches for her pocket, still staring at me. Then she grabs a big knife, it looks like it’s from the 1800’s too. She licks her lips and stabs the sharp knife into my chest. I fall down to the ground screaming. She skips down to a door at the opposite end of the church, leaving me there screaming out. I look away from her and lay my eyes upon the wound. Blood is spilling out of me everywhere. It’s like someone has spilt a large red can of paint all over the floor. I look up and find the girl right in front of me again. I rise onto my knees. She’s holding a long tube, I stare at it wide eyed. She whispers something in a strange language as she licks her lips again.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">She reaches out towards me and pats my head 7 times. I feel like there’s something significant about patting my head 7 times. I look up at her face, her creepy expression has faded into an angry looking face. Her smile has turned into a straight-faced monster. Her pitch black eyes have changed to red. And her hair, before it was a neat tidy bob, but now its just short and messy, it looks like it has red tips.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">She jabs the long tube in my wound, then attaching something on the opposite end of the tube. I look down at the tube, all my blood is running out of me. I feel so bland, fuzzy and my eyes start shutting. As I fall down, she slaps my cheek. I awaken, she screams something, again, in a different language. I feel better now, its still very painful, but I feel like I should be dead. But I’m not. I fall down to the ground, she screams one more time. This time I know what she’s saying.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">I know she’s probably a figment of my imagination. But somewhere inside of me, I know she’s real. I’m not going crazy, I swear.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">What’s more scary is the fact that she could come back for me.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">She could be looking at me right now.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"AthelasRegular"; mso-bidi-font-family:"CourierNew"">She could even be looking at you. <ac_metadata title="Hi, could you please give me some feedback on my first pasta."> </ac_metadata>