Date of Dream: June 8, 2021
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Word Count ~ 2,666
I met this man on social media. After a few days of constant messaging back and forth, and searching through his photos, I agreed to meet up with him. Over text, he seemed like a normal, laid back guy. So, I decided why not? We met at his apartment of all places. Not something I'd normally do, but since it was the daytime, I felt a bit safer. He sent me his location, and I drove on over to his place, which was about fifteen minutes from my house.
I pulled up to his neighborhood. My eyes scanned the area as I found a place to park. It was a pretty beat up apartment complex. Paint was chipping off of the buildings. Stray cats were crawling everywhere. The dumpster was overflown with trash. I wasn't judging this place, just observing. I wearily parked my car near his building, and hopped out. I was eyeing the cats as I passed by, praying that they didn't take a liking to my car. I took note of the door numbers as I searched for this guy's apartment. People were outside watching me closely. A man having a smoke on his patio, a little elderly woman walking her two small dogs, kids riding their bicycles. I started to think, maybe I looked foolish coming to a place like this, appearing how I was. I wore a fancy white blouse, an expensive trench coat draped over it, denim jeans, and a shiny knee high flat boot. I was attempting to keep warm on this chilly day, not giving it much thought that maybe I was overdressing.
I held my bag closer to me as I finally made my way to his door. I hope I don't wind up regretting this.The door snatches open before I get the chance to properly knock. There stands a man who I recognize, but not quite? He looks slightly different than his photos.
First off, he looks about ten years older than me. He's chunky, wears glasses, has facial hair, and thinning brown hair.
His photos on his social media have to be from a younger time frame."Hey! Glad you could make it. I saw ya through the window here." He says pointing towards his window, chuckling.
I force a laugh in return.
"Ah I see. Nice to meet you." I reply, as he steps aside to let me enter.
"Likewise." He responds, shutting the door.
My eyes roam his apartment. It smells....odd. He has posters of different rock bands on display, and a few horror film posters. He has no furniture in his living room. Not even a single chair. There were a few questionable stains scattered on his carpets.
"Not much of a view in here. Sorry I couldn't offer ya more." He replies, suddenly super close behind me. I feel his breath on the back of my neck. I jump.
"What? No... no it's fine." I say, stepping a few inches away from this large man. He towers over me. Has to be at least 6'2.
"Are ya hungry? I just ordered pizza. Hope you're wearing your eating pants." He says chuckling as he walks passed me.
"Yeah , sure. I'll take a slice or two. " I respond, generously.
"Perfect. This way ma'am." He says, leading me deeper into his eery home.I follow him down a dark, short hallway. I feel quite uneasy. I'm praying he doesn't try to harm me while I'm here. But, I have protection with me, of course. He opens the door at the end of the hallway. As we step in, I realize it's his bedroom. There's a small bed pushed in the corner, an old dresser with an outdated television placed on it, and a side table with a lamp on it against the wall at the foot of the bed. He has a bathroom on the back wall of the tight spaced room.
"Hey, you happen to like watching scary things?" He questions. He takes a seat on the floor at the foot of his bed. I awkwardly still stand in my position near the door, clutching my bag.
"I do." I answer truthfully. He beams.
"Great. I have something for you to watch then." He says in a tone that makes my skin crawl.
"Don't be shy. Have a seat. I don't bite....unless you misbehave." He says staring up at me. The hairs on the back up my neck raise. He then throws his head back, eyes screwed shut, as a thunderous laugh escapes his round belly. I want to leave.
"I'm joking. Relax ." He says patting the seat next to him on the floor. I don't want to sit on his filthy carpet, or next to him. I quietly place myself on the edge of his bed behind him. I feel the springs inside the old mattress moving around.
He starts the movie up with the remote control. Images of distorted faces pop in and out of sight, as a creepy cry is heard in the background. I furrow my brows, and stare at the back of his shiny head. This looks like a homemade film. Did he possibly....make thi-" his head snaps in my direction, causing my heart rate to quicken.
"The pizza's here. I heard a knock. You stay and continue watching while I go pay for the food." He says, getting up to head to the front door. Everything about this man gives me bad vibes. I'm going to make my exit from this place soon.
My eyes make their back way to the screen in front of me. Subliminal satanic messages are seen, as a murderous scream is heard in the background. What the hell is this? I want out.
He returns a few moments later with the pizza box in his hand. The aroma fills nostrils, and my stomach growls despite the film's appeal.
"I hope you like pepperoni." He says as he places the pizza onto the bed. I nod.
"Yeah, pepperoni is fine." I reply. I decide to myself that I wasn't going to eat any of the pizza unless I witnessed him eat some first. He could've done something to it before he came back to the room.
He opens the hot pizza box, and the steam floats up in front of his face. He then reaches inside the box, and pulls a slice out as the hot cheese stretches. He looks over at me. He tries to hand me that slice of pizza. I wouldn't accept it even if his hands did look clean. He has so much dirt build up under his nails, that I want to take a bottle of bleach and drench his entirety with it. I give an awkward chuckle, before reaching for my own slice farthest away from where he grabbed the previous one. He stares at me, expression blank, as I bite into the piece I pulled. I focus my eyes on the horrible film displayed on the television, trying to avoid his gaze. He then slowly retreats back to his position on the floor, stuffing his face. The sounds coming from his lips are grossing me the hell out. I can't eat anymore, so I place the half eaten slice down in the box.
"You know, the guy who made this film committed suicide after he posted it." He blurts out. I tilt my head, brows furrowed. Why the hell would you think this would be appealing to me? Are you trying to keep me here, or make me flee?
"O-oh....well who was he?..... was he a friend of yours?" I ask cautiously. He turns to face me, dead expression.
"Not really." He says as he licks grease off his filthy fingers, more pooling at the sides of his mouth. I mentally gag. I nod.
"Oh, okay." I reply looking down at my hands. "Umm...can I use the bathroom?" I ask quietly.
"Yeah, it's behind you. Go ahead." He replies, a creepy smirk playing on his lips. I nod, and quickly get up to enter the door at the back wall.
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Ghost's Dream Book
FantasyI'm Ghost. I often have very wild dreams. Dreams that I've decided to create into chapters, and even mini stories. Dreams dating all the way back to when I was only 5 years old. I hope y'all enjoy this roller coaster ride of a book. 💋