The lady in white

The Dream

It would all start in a room. A dark, mouldy, damp room. I would be sat in the corner of it, legs up to my clammy face, my arms caging them. The lone window would be open, the white satin curtains floating gently in the moonlight. The writing on the walls said words I have never understood, like some sort of secret language, it was engraved into the bare, dark green walls.

All of a sudden my head would jerk to face the old, brown door, it would creak as it slowly opened, and nothing would emerge. I would hear footsteps, making the hollow floorboards snap and crunch. So I would stand up, and walk towards the scratched door, I would look out, into the long hallway, and see nothing, but hear faint cries and screams. At the end of the corridor, I would see another door, but this one was red.

I would walk down the hallway, minding where I stepped as there were drops of scarlet blood staining the dusty carpet, towards the door.

As soon as I would enter, I would see a figure, in a white gown, standing in the corner of the room, her head bowed, I would ask her what her name was, but she wouldn't reply, all she would do is lift her head slightly. But I would still be unable to see her face. I have had this dream many times, but everytime I have it, it will feel like a new one, one that I cannot remember.

If there was one word to describe her it would be 'petrified', her head would suddenly rise, showing her pale face, black irises glistening, the windows to her soul.

All of a sudden she would start walking slowly towards me, step by step, closer and closer. Then she would stop, she would just stare at me, hauntingly.

Then, she would start screaming at me, telling me to turn around.
"Turn around! Turn around! Turn around!"

Terrified, I would slowly turn around, clenching my fists just in case I had to attack anything. But all I would see is a weird, black fog. I wouldn't know what to do, the girl would stop screaming, I would become extremely frightened. Then, I would pinch myself, attempting to wake myself from this nightmare. It wouldn't work.

Suddenly I would hear the lady in white scream again "Turn around! Turn around! Turn around!" Sweating, (and now nauseous) I cautiously turn around to face the pale woman.

When I turn back around, she's holding a knife, a large, sharp bladed knife.