Dark dreams

The dream

The cupboard door creaked open slowly, as I stared into the darkness, waiting for something to happen, I was too scared to move, I was frozen. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Tears started falling down my cheeks. The door swung open with a strong force. I watched in horror as a massive dark figure stepped out from behind the darkness, its face too scary to describe. I screamed in pure terror, and didn't stop screaming until the figure covered my face with its hands. I couldn't breathe anymore, I was trapped.

Then I woke up, it was another dream. The dreams I've been having just kept getting worse. No one could help me; no one could stop these dreams from haunting me every night. I didn't know why or how my imagination came up with these spooky figures coming out of my closet, I wanted the dreams to go away, but they won't.

They started when I was 6 years old. When I was 6 years old, they weren't that bad, the dreams lasted for a few minutes and the dream was a black figure standing in front of my cupboard door staring at me. It was the same dream night after night, and it never changed for a year.

But when I was 7 years old, the black figure would stand inside of my cupboard and it would knock on the door for ages until I would get up, but as soon as my feet would touch the bedroom floor, the dream would stop. It was the same for another year.

When I was 8 years old, it would be the same, but a little different, I would actually get to the door and open it to find a shadowy figure sitting on the ground, like it was waiting for me to come in, then the dream would stop.

Every dream was the same, but the ending would be different, it changed every year. By the time I turned 14, the dreams started to get violent. The figure would stare at me, and then come out of the cupboard. The dream would change, like one night the figure would hit me, or another night it would strangle me, or like the dream I just had, the figure would cover my face with its dark shadowy hands until I wake up. The figure was scary looking, but I didn't know how to describe him. I would wake up screaming every night from these dreams, my room was in the darkest part of the house, and I never found out why. Everyone in the house either didn't hear my screams or they chose not to.

My mum used to run up and try to help me, but she stopped once I turned 9 because she couldn't handle trying to help me every night. Then my brother, who is 17 years old now, would sometimes come into my room and read me stories and stay with me until I would fall asleep. But he stopped once I turned 10, because he went to live with dad, and now he would be in college because he's 17 years old. I never see him anymore.

I'm 14 years old, and I can't go to school camps, or sleepovers, because if I did everyone wouldn't know what to do, they would stare at me while I scream, it has happened before.

I have been taken to a therapist, a doctor; no one knows why these dreams were coming into my head. I didn't remember anything bad happening when I was a young child, especially no memories of a black shadowy figure being in my closet.