Dream Or Nightmare (A Creepy Pasta Original Story)

Chapter one

Outside of the journal

I looked down at him. Jimmy. He's tormented me as long as I can remember. I raised my arm, and let the weird energy that allows me to use dream ability, to start in the palm of my hand. I slowly put the energy to his forehead and pressed down carefully. The pain returned, all over my body making me flinch. I recalibrated and pressed down a little harder. My lips formed a huge smile despite the pain, and I entered his dream.

When my eyes opened I saw him. He stood 5'8, he had long dark hair. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit, and stood in someone's house holding a hammer. I let my body turn invisible as I watched him. A man, maybe 30, was sleeping on the couch, jimmy stood looking over him holding the hammer. His arm raised and a wicked smile formed on his ugly face.

His hand came rushing down at the man. Without thinking I summoned a bow and arrow into my hands and shot at the hammer. It fell to the ground, as my arrow bounced off of it. Jimmy looked around in terror not able to see anyone. I moved swiftly and he looked right at me. His eyes fell into a squint, but even still he couldn't see me."Now". I whispered to myse;f. On command the sleeping man grabbed jimmy by his Jumpsuit and looked him dead in the eyes. Another look of terror washed over his face as he looked back into the man's eyes.

"Tisk tisk, jim the Killer? That doesn't sound quite right jimmy boy what happened to you?" I asked him giggling.

"W...whoos there?" I heard jimmy say. I moved behind him and placed my palm onto the back of his head, making sure he didn't turn around.

"Tell me" I started with a slight smile, "what is your greatest fear jim?"

"What? What kind of sick game are you playing??" He screamed at me. It didn't matter though, he didn't need to tell me, some how i could sense it. Maybe he didn't even know this was his greatest fear, but i could tell. A flash back rolled around in my head. Everytime he made fun of me, every time he pushed me, hurt me, pinned other people against me. A feeling of lust, a feeling no a need for vengance washed over me. I needed this, and the only way i could possible give it, would be to give him his worse nightmares. The only way I would be able to seek my revenge would be to make him live his worse nightmares, in his own dreams.

The man let go of jimmy, only for us to be into a new house. His actual house. In a blink of an eye, we were in his home. He, tied into a chair. The house around us burning. I shot my hand in the opposite direction and summoned a huge snake. The huge snake rushed at jimmy sinking it's teeth into his neck. The untire house filled with his blood curling screams.

I turned uninvisible, and looked him dead in the eyes. All I saw was pear fear staring back at me. A evil grin formed across my face as I fell over with laughter. The snake ripped him open, his guts being thrown all over the burning house. My laughter only grew until I felt a huge pain and when I opened my eyes, I was back in jimmys house. But not burning, in the real world not his dreams. I looked down and saw jimmy. Not awake with fear, not panting, not even fucking breathing.

I let my fingers touch his neck searching for a pulse. His skin was ice cold and I felt nothing. I pulled my gloves further up my wrist and ran to his window. I opened it and leaped out. As soon as I landed I took off in the direction of my house.

As I laid in my bed I couldn't help thinking I killed him. It wasn't possible since I was only in his dream...but what if..what if.

I jumped out of bed and ripped open my notebook to my next clean page.

Journal entry 200:

It's time to start a new experiment! I finally got dream ability to work. I've been doing many more experiments and I've concluded that I know how to enter dream ability. But there may be more to it then we thought journal.

Tonight I may have killed someone. I'm going to have to attempt this again. If I get the same result..well then we will know for sure. Goodnight journal.

*outside of the journal*

I climbed out my window and trudged to another house. I honestly don't know how I feel. If I killed someone...then that makes me a murderer...of someone who deserves death. No I shouldn't think like that..even if he does deserve death for what he put me and others through.

I ran my fingers over the seal of a window, and watched him sleep. His name was ben. He had shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, and a brilliant smile. I watched as the air slowly made his chest rise and then slowly fall right back down.

My hand stood over his forehead. "Here goes nothing" I mumbled and shoved the ball of energy through his skull and into his brain. "Please work"