I know this may not be long but they are Nightmares, what do you expect. Anyway I plan to add more stories later just at the moment I need to think of which one to write and how to word it. Hope you guys/gals enjoy though.
When I was about seven years old I had a dream about an odd creature of sorts. Now let me explain this was in a different house completely but thinking back. It still feels weird how many times the dream repeated. And that I never felt inclined to tell my parents. Now how my room was laid out was of some importance. If you came up the stairs and made a U-turn left around the stair railings you would come to a door sawed horizontally in half. Which gave access to my room. If you came in and turned right you would see that, On the right was a set of bunk beds for my brothers both younger than me. And a bed off to the left against the wall for me. In between the two beds was a window that looked over to the other town houses. Now if you turned completely around you would see my closet, and our dressers next to them. You got the scene in your head? Good now imagine the room being lit at night by only the light of the bathroom. Pretty dark in there right? I didn't mind the dark. It was my dreams that bothered me. Which I'll now tell you.
I laid down in my bed after saying goodnight to my parents and covered myself with the soft blanket waiting for them to walk away before I shut my eyes. Slowly drifting to sleep, I would hear a number of things from outside but would only sleep through it. Once I was dreaming the noises disappeared and I opened my eyes In my dream and went to look out the window when I saw some kind of man. His face stained with tears and a very deformed head he was overly skinny and seemed to not have any clothing. I tapped on the window... That was a mistake. He looked at me his eyes widening until his eyes seemed they would fall out. Then he screamed, a scream that just thinking about gives me a head ache. The scream was a mixture of fear, and rage. But the sounds was gargled out through what I now realize to be his torn open throat. Being a child I decided to cover my ears as I quickly did. I then watched at the man reached up to his face with long limp finger and sharp finger nails. He stuck his hands into his eyes and pulled them out blood spilling from the now empty eye sockets as the screaming continued. I tried to turn away, not to look at the being as he tortured himself. But looking away I only saw another unpleasant sight. A man hanging by his neck in my closet his clothes were old and torn, his hands were missing as were his eyes. But unlike the thing in my window he didn't scream.. He whispered things to me. "They don't want you you know. Your parents, they don't care about you. But I do. Come with me, my children have been wanting to play with you. All you have to do. Is open your window." I remember these words exactly. I believed him for a minute and I almost opened the window. Until I saw what that thing was doing he was scratching, layer after layer of the skin on his face off. No way was I gonna have that happen to me. I watched as he was bleeding and started licking his blood off his hands. I couldn't be so close to that thing. "Please, join us we could have so much fun." the man in my closet spoke again with a grin that made my skin crawl. I decided I run in to the one area of my room illuminated and watched the creature at my window. Listening to the man as I lay in light trying to get away from the beings. In the morning my parents came to my room and woke me up. To my surprise... I was laying in the middle of the floor. Covered with a blanket. My parents found it odd to. And this dream continued every night for two years, getting progressively worse. Especially the whispers. I remember the last thing the two beings said to me in unison. The first time the creature from the window spoke. "You'll join us one day, either killed, or having your life taken by your own hand. We'll be waiting to see you again only next time. It'll be more fun for us." Both creatures had said with grins the one from my window now only a putred red monster with muscle and tissue hanging from where his kin had been. Roaches crawling on his body and the man it the closets skin had modled and become a mess of mold and spores. As a kid that creeped me out, I was glad to move. I'll give you another one of my nightmares soon. Figured I'd give you one that wasn't that bad first. Don't worry I've had much worse. And much more painful. But I need to get rid of this head ache.. See you all again soon..
