I haven't been really having creepypasta dreams lately. To be honest I haven't been having any dreams lately. But I do have some that I wrote down before I forgot them. Here's one of them.
It was fall and I was on the other side of the street looking at my dad's parents' house and I was talking to someone. I don't know who though. I said something about this is what the house looked like before my grandparents moved in. The house was all dirty, and the grass wasn't cut and it was kind of yellow. The huge tree in the front yard had yellow dead leaves. And the house was in bad condition with a boarded up door. First off, I literally have no idea what my grandparents' house looked like before they moved in. And I never had thoughts of looking it up, or asking them about it. They've lived there for about 37 years which is how old my aunty is. And my mom and dad lived there with them when they had me. (back to the dream-...nightmare?)
I looked to my left and then I saw him, I saw Slenderman. He was just standing by the tree next to the street. Watching me. It's a dream/nightmare, so the person who I was talking to vanished. My head started hurting, and there was a really loud ringing in my ear. I think I made a mistake by looking at him, because he charged towards me. And he looked angry, like REALLY angry.
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He kind of looked like that. (if you're wondering he's the one on the left, lol) The ringing got loud and my vision started getting blurry. He looked like he was ready to tear me to shreds. But right was he was less than 4 inches away from me, I woke up.
I felt like I was being watched and so I stay up for about ah hour wondering about my dream. I shook the thought and decided to listen to music on my mp3. I hate the quiet because my brain makes up voices, even when it's quiet. I don't really pay attention to the voices though, but I would hear shuffling which is I'm assuming to be my younger brother on the top bunk.
I don't know if the music had something to do with my dream because I was playing "I hate everything about you" by three days grace. And some other rock songs. Before I went to bed. After the nightmare I played "House of Memories" by Panic! at the Disco, and some other songs similar to it.
