User:Aerwhale

My dreams have always been strange. Terrible nightmares, and they all leave me drenched in sweat, screaming. I haven't really had this problem too often as a child, it just kind of started, and they're all awkwardly connected. I lie down, and close my eyes. That's when it all unfolds. The dream starts off like every other day, my father comes in and wakes up. But there's always something strange about my dad. He seems to be talking in reverse, and his speech sounds like utter jibberish. I get off my bed, and go to the bathroom. As I walk down my long hallway, everyones voice seems to be in reverse. I look out in my livingroom, and everyone is out there, everything is fine. But there's one oddity. There's always this strange man in my livingroom. He has a tall stance, and a very strange appearance. He's very dirty, and always seems banged up. Like he has just fell, or gotten in a fight. He...He just doesn't look human! But he talks in reverse just like everyone else, he moves like everyone else, but it seems as if no one can see what he really looks like, y'know? Anyways, my morning progresses as if it would. I shower, but I always hear strange music, like unfitting music, very uncomfortable. But once I'm done my shower, things start to get strange. I peek my head out, to see what everyones doing. But he's still there! He's laughing along with my family, and having a good time, it's just so peculiar! That's when he finally notices me. His wide grim turns into a monstrous frown. He starts to...How do I describe it. He skips, his appearance going static. He glitched down the hallyway, until he's right in front of me. The frown slowly returns back to it's original grin. He lets out a laugh, and vanishes. I return back to my routine, as if what just happened didn't even happen. I shut the bathroom door, and get changed. After that, I grab the Q-tips. I open the cabinet, and in the process, the lights start to flicker. That music, it returns, it's so distracting. The light goes out completely, then in seconds, it turns back on, without a delay. I shut the cabinet, and he's right behind me, in the shower, ferociosly screaming. That's when I wake up...Sweating...Screaming...

But my dreams have been getting stranger, sometimes I can't even tell if the dream is real or not, it feels like a lucid dream. Everytime I wake up in the dream now, everyones speech is slowly becoming more audible, and understandable. And of course...So is the entities speech, and so is his appearance. And now, when I walk out, he notices me earlier, and mumbles jibberish at me. But now, everytime I use the bathroom, he's getting closer to me everytime he begins screaming. It's like he's almost in my face now, and it's like I can almost..almost make out what he's saying. Last night, the dream was pretty bad. When I woke up, I could understand my Dad.

"Wake up, son. Time to get re-" Then it turns to jibberish again. B-but I don't know why, I don't know HOW but I SWEAR his face blurred, and resembled my tall friend. He walked out. This morning was a bit odd. Everything kept skipping, I don't know why. But everytime it did, everyone had the look...the form...Everything, they all turned into that terrid creature. That's not the end of it. This dream had a soundtrack, it was that awful unfitting music. It just made things worse. The climax of the dream was atrocious. He began glitching down the hallway, the music getting louder. I WANTED to wake up, but I couldn't! The music was piercing my ear drums, it was driving me insane! And my body, it was still moving the way it always was, like nothing was even happening! The lights went out..He laughed so unbelievably loud..The lights turned on. His hands were on my back, and he whispered in my ear.

"I sure hope you aren't scared." And latched onto my throat. I woke up in an absolute scream of complete terror. I was drenched in sweat. But when I woke up, it was very strange. I wasn't waking up from a scare, my Dad was waking me up. N-now..I know for a fact that I wasn't imagining it..But I swear to God, I swear on my LIFE, he was talking very strange, almost as if...No...Almost as if it were in reverse, it sounded like mumbles and skips of speech. I pushed him away from me, and whimpered with my head in my legs. He stood up, looking at me in shock. He walked up and put his arms on my shoulders, I screamed in terror. I literally shoved him to the ground, and ran out of my room. I ran into the bathroom, slammed the door, and went into fetal position in the corner. I'M LOSING MY DAMN MIND. I'm LITERALLY on the brink of insanity! I keep telling myself that it's JUST A DREAM, BUT IT'S TOO REAL! I CAN'T TELL! I-I just have to calm down, and take a long nap a-...I can't. There's no way I'd fall asleep. But it's worth a shot, I'm all shooken up with fear. I explained to my Dad the dreams I've been having, and that I was terribly sorry for what I did to him. He told me the exact same thing, to just sleep it off. That's all anyone really tells me when I explain to them what's happening. I took a deep breath, and went into my bed. For a while, I just stared at the ceiling. But finally, my eyes grew tired. They grew heavier...And heavier..Until finally...

Sleep.

And without a beat of my heart, the nightmare starts.

"Wake up son, time to get ready, it's nearly noon." said my Dad.

I got out of my bed, and walked to the bathroom. I peeked my head out.

"Morning" Said my family in the livingroom.

"Morning!" I replied.

That's when it happened. The tall entity, he heard me. He slowly turned his head, the usual routine, and his large smile turned to a frown. The music, it started playing.

"So you can understand? After many terrible night terrors, you can understand." He began walking towards me, h-he wasn't skipping. The closer he got, the louder the music got.

"What is it, child? Are you worried?" He let out a deep giggle. I was frozen in place.

"I assure you, there is nothing to be scared of." This is too much, I just want to wake up, let this terrible nightmare be over!

"But is it a nightmare? How do you know this isn't real?" My body, it's always moving without a worry, why is this?! He was nearly in front of me. I shut the bathroom door as usual.

I got in the shower as usual.

I heard the music blasting as usual.

I got out and looked in the mirror as usual.

The lights flickered, and went out as usual. I sat in the dark, and I heard in a deep voice...

"I hope you're not scared."

When they turned on, he was already latched onto my throat. His fingernails, they were like claws! He was trying to rip me apart! This is where I usually wake up, but it wasn't happening! As soon as he broke skin, I woke up. My Dad was shaking me.

"WAKE UP! SON! WAKE UP!" He saw my eyes slowly open, I coughed. Blood came with the cough. I felt my throat, and it was all scratched up, almost on the line of a gash. I tried explaining to my Dad that it's the dreams doing it to me, but he laughs it off and tells me it's only a dream. Okay, maybe I did over exaggerate on the cut on my neck, it was just some scratches. So maybe it is just all in my head.

I've started to develop insomnia, I just stare at the ceiling until the sun is up, and my Dad is in my room. Which normally, happened today. I feel like things may be getting better. I get in the shower jsut fine, everythings fine. So I figured "Hey, things seem to be getting better, guess I'll follow my routine." I got in the shower, but as I stepped in the bathroom, the lights flickered. That's strange. I stepped into the shower, and the lights went out. The music blasted, you know, that terrid music! It came from out of nowhere, so did his laughter, it was so loud. Then his laugh turned into a dark growl, and he screamed.

"WHAT, YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET RID OF ME!" I felt fine, b-but something was weird. My body was moving as if it was a robot. The lights turned on, and..and he was in the shower with me. He slammed my face into the wall, and I fell. When my face hit the floor...

I woke up.

Screaming.

Sweating.

I was in my bed. Wait, that's not right. I just woke up, I never even slept! That's when I noticed something peculiar. I had some bandages on my face. My Dad came in, and asked how I was. I was so confused, wasn't I just dreaming? He explained to me that he heard a bang, ran in the bathroom, and that I was passed out on the shower floor. That's impossible, I was just sleeping, there's no way...no way that was real, right? I had to tell my Dad, he had to believe me, so did everyone else in my house. But they still all laughed at me! They think I'm joking! I was at the point of screaming, telling them it was true. My Dad urged me to get back to bed, and that I need rest.

Hmph, rest. As if I can even close my eyes without going on a psychotic journey. There's no doubt about it, I'm going insane. So was that reality? Was what the enitity said true? I'm so confused, I just want this all to end. It's as if my whole life is the nightmare. I hear the music everywhere, I see th eman everywhere, the nightmare is everything. Sometimes, random people blur, and turn into him. I'm done, I'm so finished, I just have to stop being so scared. I decided to take a trip to the grocery store, of course the music and hallucinations followed. I went home at night in total confidence, I was just going to go to sleep, wake up, and everythign will be fine. I lie down, and stare at the ceiling. My eyes finally shut, and it's not even a surprise, or scare to me anymore, it just happens. My Dad woke me up, and everything was clear, he spoke perfect English, it was so realistic. Everything progressed normally, until the lights turned out in the bathroom. I sighed, waiting for what was to come. The lights turned on, nothing. I was so happy, I started to cry tears of joy. The music slowly faded, the eerie sense of terror faded, it was so perfect! I swung the door open, and there he was, waiting.

"Surprise."

He shoved me five feet back, and I slammed into my wall. Okay, this is new, but it should be over any minute now. He walked up to me, and kicked me in the gut. Now I was weeping like a little girl. He kept kicking me, and punching me, until I was drenched in blood, I wasn't screaming, m-my body, it was just letting it happen to itself. He picked me up, and smiled such a terrible smile, he let out such a terrible giggle, and latched his teeth in my throat. He began to...to rip me to shreads, he tore me apart. There I lie, dead and mutilated on the ground, waiting to wake up. But it wasn't happening, he kicked me once more, and walked out. He simply vanished once he walked out. I should have woken up by now, but I didn't I haven't, I haven't woken, and it's been over a year now. But the craziest part is, my Mother walked in the bathroom, and screamed in terror. She fainted, and my Dad came in afterwards, screaming as well. He began to dial 911, and the police came shortly.

They never found the killer, there was no real forensic evidence, I was simply torn to shreads. I've finally accepted it, what he said. It was definitely real, I'm definitely dead, and he still lurks. He never gave a name, he just admired my fear, and hurt me. So I know for sure, he's still out there. He's waiting for someone else to fall for his tricks. So I'd keep my eye out the next time you have a nightmare.