random kinda horror storys

Dreams

Have you ever had those dreams where it seems so real that when you wake up, it seems like a memory.

What if you had a dream about a monster but you woke up, only to find it right in front of you.

But no matter what you can't scream or move,

I have,

The stench of old decaying flesh rolling off the thing in waves as it gets closer and closer to me. The pale lims moving with such eas I'd would think it goes to the gym.

The smile it flashs me with, makes my stomach roll and flip, the stench almost making me lose what I had to eat before going to bed, come right back up.

I can fianlly move, I jump up, keeping an eye on the thing to grab my bat that I have hidden in between bed and night stand. Quickly grabing it I get ready to swing, looking at the bat for a quick second to make sure I'm holding it right, I look back at the pale monster to see nothing.

In disbelief I look around my room, but see nothing, just my regular bed, nightstand, dresser and closet. I sigh 'it was just my sleep deprived mind playing tricks on me, stop over reacting' with that, I crawl back into bed and try to fall asleep again but for some reason something was bugging me, nagging at the back of my mind. After it hit four, I gave up on trying to get back to sleep.

Slowly getting up, I stumbling to the bathroom to take a hot shower, before I get there I see a small figure running out of the corner of my vision, I look over and see that nothing is there. Shrugging it off as my mind playing tricks on me again I continue to the bathroom.

After taking a shower I get ready to relax and pig out on some sweets and chips, while watching some funny movies after a long sleepless week.

In the middle of a good funny movie called Get smart, I hear a loud thud from the kitchen, confused I quietly go to see what it was. When I got there I see the same pale figure I seen this morning.

'What! I-it has to be my mind! It can't be real' I look at it but shrug it off ignoring it, going back to the couch and watching the rest of the movie, feeling it dark eyes burning holes in the back of my head.

At around six, the feeling of being watched was starting to get under my skin, but I continue to ignore it and make supper.

After supper I fainlly have enough of it and face the creature, "What do you want? Why are you here?" My voice quivering a bit.

The creature smiles it sick smile showing me its sharp, yellow teeth as if saying its not going to tell.

Its been about a year since its came and know I see it all the time, the police are at my door ready to take me to the mental hostpetle. The thing is looking over my shoulder reading it, making weird, kinda purring sounds.

But the reason I say this is because, what ever you do don't talk to the dreams you see, ignore them, if you talk to them, you will become more insane then anything you can ever think....