My Creepypasta Dreams

¿ JT ?

This dream is different from the others. Start is a little more detailed.

Per usual this is a recap of what occurred in a dream (fiction) but we know how these things work.

I finish getting ready for bed and say goodnight to the only stuffed animals out in the open. the others having been placed into my cobardes above my book shelf.

One of the two was a Leppard that stade right above my head. He was named Leopardo (leo-pAR-do).

The other was a pure white wooly teddy bear with a off white golden ribbon around it's neck. The ribbon was tide into a bow at the front.

I had gotten the bear around the same time I took an interest in  creepypasta. So i named him after one.

"Good night Jason. See you in the morning ma man's."

Jason had never been a problem for me though ever since I moved him to my desk he has been giving me this off vibe.

Its that same feeling you get when you know that one person that hates you is glaring at you from the other side of a crowded room. Even though you can't see them you can feel their intent and eyes on you.

I continued to feel this as I slowly fell asleep. The dream had started off strange from the start.

You know those old abandoned wooden house that just have black and gray colored wood. Like that one Halloween prop that you know is shitty because of the fucked up paint job. Ya that one.

I ended up there but the strange thing is all the frame work was painted blue. But like fresh paint blue it confused the hell out of me. Because the windows were boarded up. Anywho that was not the only weird thing though.

There was laughing I couldn't pin from were but it was obvious that I had to get out of there so that's what I tried to do.

The dream shifted and now I was faced with a red head clown in a bright colors and a cone nose.

"What in the jack in the box lookin' mother fucker!?" 

I sadly did not have a chance to think as the thing cackled before charging at me cutting my arm.

"Shit"

I grabbed my arm realizing that it actually hurt and I was bleeding. The is was not normal anymore.

Running around the house now with cuts here and there have tripped on turns and crashed into walls. The fucker threw the blade at me every now and again coloring me surprised.

I finally got sick of it and tried fighting back pulling a random door open and rushing in the room. As the bastard tried to come in I slammed the door into his face. Kicking him into the hallway wall I ran for it again.

"I need an advantage anything ah! Oh come on."

He tripped me and now i was kicking for my life but quickly realized it had no affect.

"No no no. The is why. I hate colorful clowns. There more fucked than. The monochromes. At least they. Look appealing."

I kicked at every sentence but ended up getting a nice gash the knife stabbed into my shin scraping against my bone. It felt so real I had screamed.

I should be able to wake up why am I still stuck hear please let me go. Please.

Back from black to the dream the clown stopped as a laugh rung through the entire home. Now was my chance.

Ignoring my pain I flung myself at him going for the neck. I did my best to strangle him as he cut my left side.

"Carve me up I don't care. If I'm dieing."

I pulled him up straddle him before slamming him back into the ground as hard as I can. If I can't strange the bastard I'm going to bash his head in.

"I'm. Dragging. You. Down. With. Me."

He finally let go of the knife and I kept slamming his he'd into the ground. I could not help but smile a sick pleasure washing over me as i enjoyed the feeling of making him stop squirming. I reached for the knife and started stabbing him the laughter starting up again.

"Shut. Up. Shut. Up. Shut. Up. SHUT UP. SHUT. UP. SHUT UP!"

I kept slamming the knife into him as the adrenaline slowly stopped and the laughing finally started to sound from one area. Panting I look up a sadistic smile still on my face. The pain hitting me like bricks making me finally give in to not moving. There Infront of me was a a shadow figure with red hair and neon green eyes with the same smile.

I finally was able to wake up. Slowly sitting up my eyes locked on the toy bear on my desk. The only feeling of of them that of joy. As the sound of a laughing still rings in my ears.