DARK HUMAN

Chapter Two

3/23/2019, Dear Diary,

Dreamt

I sat on the corner of the bed, wearing a long white night gown, the sun gleamed through the bedroom window. As I stared at it with an addictive gaze, a tiny round white light appeared on the other end of the room. With it flying towards me, it then passed my left shoulder, and I asked in a high pitch voice, "What are you?"

"You'll see," it says, as it whipped around the room, while it bounced off the wall.

With it dissipating into thin air minutes later, the room became dark, and I sat there, and waited for it to return, while a black hole emerged in the corner of the floor. I then bounced off the bed and walked over to the hole. Pulling my nightgown up to my knees, I then kneeled on the floor, and looked inside the dark hole. As I took a closer look inside the hole, I then sensed someone's presence, and I asked, "Who's there? What do you want?"

"I'm a friend. Don't be alarmed," the man said, as the black hole became bright. As he then looked up at me, holding a large chocolate chip cookie in his left hand, he then said, "I was the tiny white light that was just whipping around the room."

"That was you? Why are you down there then?" I asked, while I looked into the hole.

"I'm not sure why I'm down here! I just am," the man said, as he ate the cookie.

As he then climbed out of the hole with the cookie in his hand, he looked around the room, while I scooted to the corner of the room. Sitting there with my knees up to my chest, I looked up at him, and asked him, "How's that cookie?"

"The cookies good," he said, as he then walked up to me. With him finishing his cookie, he then said, "I sense change is coming."

"Change!? What type of change?" I said, as I rubbed my fingers on the hard wood floors.

"I'm not sure what type of change. But it's a change though. Maybe, if you go deeper into your dreams, you'll find out what the change is," he said, as he then walked over to the window, and opened it. As he looked out the window, and into the cornfield, he then said, "I do know that your dreams will be a way for you to connect with your psychic senses."

"What does that mean? Why should I connect with my psychic senses?" I asked in a low voice, as I looked up at him.

"Because. You have a gift that other people don't have. You should use it," he said, as he then climbed out the window, and onto the roof. As he looked back at me, he then said, "It's time for me to go."

"Go? Where are you going?" I asked with a whisper, while I stood up, and then walked over to the window. As I looked out it, he then jumped onto the large willow tree by the window, and then began to climb down. Once he got to the bottom of the tree, he stands underneath it, and then looked up at me. I then looked down at him, and I asked, "Are you going to at least tell me who you are?"

"Nope! I'm not going to tell you! You'll figure it out," he said, as he then ran into a cornfield.

As I watched him run out of my view, I than ran down the stairs, and out the front door, and into the cornfield after him in my long white night gown. As I kept running, looking for him, I then came across a young woman who was tied up to a large white pine tree, while a bunch of people who were dressed in black rag clothing with straw hats stood around her. I then stopped in my tracks and crouched down, as they lite their torches, while they talked among each other.

"Untie me!" the women yelled into the crowd.

"No. We're not going to untie you! We're going to burn you! You're a witch," one of the men said, as he walked up to the women with a torch.