Stuck in a Dream

Within Reach

***Warning***
This dream is a nightmare. If you are weak at heart or scared easily, I recommend not reading. This dream contains: torture, implied death, ripping people apart, and graphic monsters.
I rate this 8/10 for being frightening.
*** Warning***

There were two houses in my dream. Both were shrouded in the darkness of night. One house was quiet and one house was dead. In the first house (house A) there was an empty, stained brown room with an old high table with a single chair on its far right side. On the table was an old phone with a cord that had no end except into the darkness. There were two windows on the wall at an equal distance, but the dark curtains covered their condition. The room was silent and stressfully calm.

House B was completely dead. The floors creaked eerily and looked as though they would snap with one misstep. Entering the room, there are two dirty, but in tact windows on the wall with the door. Each window was an equal distance apart with a shredded and water stained grayish curtains that were once white. The ceiling was about nine feet high. On the right side of the room were two twin beds that had disgusting stains, rips, and sags. The room was dead.

I was in both one room houses at once, but in different states. But before I was in house B, I was trap owned in house A. In house A, I was sitting on the floor in internal agony. I looked up at the man sitting in the chair at the table. His face held no emotion, no concern, no desire. He was dressed nicely, as if he just returned from a small formal get together. He was a young man, couldn't be more than thirty. His back was straight from his lower back all the way up until reaching to where his shoulders slumped over in the slightest bit. He was staring at the table with such internal turmoil, but complete control and poise on the outside.

I had my knees pulled to my chest in anticipation in the knowledge that was going to happen, but I had no actual idea what it would be. The man slowly reached for the phone and pulled it to his ear. It was beginning.

My eyes widened from the slight tingle of change and I blinked. I was now in house B. There were a group of people shuffling around without making much noise. They were terrified. I was not in a form to where I could speak or show myself. I was invisible, I was a ghost. I sat silently on a chair in between the soiled beds and waited. There was nothing I could do for them.

The man in house A began to listen intently. It was a waiting game for whatever was to appear. His own silence was like a clock ticking so loudly that I wanted to crack right there. Get me out! I internally sobbed, but externally all I could manage was a shaky breath and shivering body. There was no warmth whatsoever, but the cold was not chilling, it was fear.

I let out a sharp intake of breath as I was transported to the other house. I could hear something. The people were too scared to cry, too tired from stress to think rationally. I was useless to them, and that is what struck me deepest. I longed to save them, to warn them, but I could only watch.

There was an old and battered closet door on the other side of the room from the entrance door. A noise like a gargling, choking growl clawed at the closet door's threshold. The people all gathered in the other side of the room in the corner. They cowered in fear, and it made the low growls deeper and more threatening. The thing was anxious and blood thirsty.

Suddenly, the thing emerged and I was lost in confusion. The beast was so utterly terrifying, that understanding what it was, was pointless. It's hunched and mangled body resembled an odd wolf on its hind legs, but it was no where near a wolf. It's body was drenched in a black substance that looked as if it's skin naturally formed the black gook. The black liquid dripped from its wretched body, down its legs, arms and eyes. It's mouth was full of sharp teeth, but there was no strong emphasis on its mouth.

A man of sorts emerged with the monster and I was whisked back to house A. It was like time was in slow motion. My eyes were locked on the man listening through the phone. His chest rose steadily. One breath, two breaths, three breaths, chaos. I was back in house B watching the horror unfold. 

A battle snarl erupted within the dripping beast and on the third slow breath from the man siting next to me, where the two beings watched the people huddled in the corner patiently, they attacked. My hands flew to my eyes as I heard a boy get taken from the group. He was dragged out of the room. Every scream of horror and pain, and every cry of hopelessness and desperation twisted deep within me.

One by one the beasts zeroed out and pursued a member of the group. Each rip of the unknown skin and scream of agony stabbed me. At one point, the dripping beast walked over my foot and I felt it's sticky, thick, and black substance gathering over my feet. The other man-like beast came so close to me that I could feel it's foul breath on my face, but it could sense nothing of me. Each person was picked off and torn to pieces and destroyed until two people were left.

 In house A, I watched helplessly as the man listened. When the final two were left, he opened his mouth. He spoke lowly to where I could not understand him. In house B, the girl on the phone was delirious from fear, but serious in determination.

The beasts came back and dragged the second to last girl away in screaming fits of terror as they promptly tore her to shreds. I now stood next to the girl with the phone, so close I could actually be her. She ran out the door while the beasts were busy. (I'm unaware if I ever was the last girl. I may have jumped into her point of view, but it is unclear). I felt her terror as she ran down the street, almost like I was absorbing the fear.

I watched her run before faded permanently into my being in house A.The man told her in a calm voice to come to our location. He said the address before falling silent again to listen. My arms were at my sides in complete loss. I wanted to help her.

I could see the girl then. She was running down a street frantically with sobs catching every so often in her throat. Her breathing was tagged like she was finishing a marathon. She ran up to the house in the woods and threw the door open.

I was once again in house A. My gaze locked with the door, but there was no girl. I could hear the door opening through the mans phone. He looked straight ahead without expression. She was supposed to be running into house A. Suddenly, there was a choked growl and the girl let out a shaky breath. Within the second, her screams filled the phone and I jumped. It felt like I was being strangled with my own fear, helplessness, and overwhelming emotion. I heard the tearing of skin and the crunching of things I did not know. She choked on screams and sobs.

When the girls horrific screams ceased, the man put the phone down to cut the call. His hands were relaxed on either side of the phone as he looked ahead.

"She chose wrong"

The beasts ceased then. It was over. Everything was silent once more. 

Well. You made it through. The day I had this, was in the evening and I was suffering from a horrific head ache. I was forcing myself to sleep to see if it would go away, but I was left with waking in fear and pounding in my head. I personally hate this dream. It was horrifying. I hate horror movies and ideas, so I wanted to cry and literally have someone hold me. I felt so alone during and after this.

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-JCross