In The Dark

The house beyond the lake

Every night, I have a dream where I stand just beside a lake. On the other side of this lake stood a house and in the distance is a wooden post with writing carved into the flat surface. It was just too faded and worn away to read, but it interested me none the less. A boat always floats towards me from the other side of the glistening lake with a dark shadow ghost like figure perched on it. Just as the boat hit the bank of the lake I awoke and every night it's the same dream over and over again. At first, my dream is not very detailed but as the nights went on, I began to see some differences and the grass beneath my feet would be more realistic and the house seemed to get closer and closer but the wooden post would always be in the same place.

I started to have this dream a few months ago when someone ,up the street from where I lived, had died in a tragic car accident outside my house. I remember him quite well all though I never actually spoken to the guy. He was quite tall and had black hair, he had greenish hazel eyes. I believe he was round about 23 or at least looked like it. It's strange how things change in a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds. My life started to change after that day. The breeze that once felt gentile, turned into harsh wind and days seemed to be darker. This street was a happy and cheerful place but did in fact turn miserable. One death can change everything.

My name is Ashley Godfrey and I've always had a happy life living with my family. I have two sister but one left and finished university so she doesn't live at home anymore, she lives with her boyfriend in the south of England. My school life has been OK, I'm not popular but I don't get bullied. That's always a plus for being the quiet one in my year, no one really knows you and doesn't have anything to say against you. Every two weeks I see the most important person to me, my cousin, her name is Sadie and she is the person I can trust the most.

Everyday I think of that car crash and that guy who had died. I think his name was Dorran or something along those lines. I would always hear his car race of in the night. Everynight he would go somewhere and if anyone asked he'd say he didn't go anywhere which is strange because I would look out my window and I can clearly see his car in the street lamp light. It's just a little suspicious if you ask me. Does that have anything to do with the car crash? Maybe.

I woke up again in the middle of the night by that dream but this time the ending was......different. It finished with an old 90s computer screen and it started to type out words slowly. I couldnt make out what they were before I woke up.

Nothing was better. For another few months I keep having that same ending, somethings going on, this doesn't just happen.

I decided to go into Dorran's home to find out what is going on. That night I snook out of my house and walked down to Dorran's house. Still up for sale, no wonder no one wants this creepy old place. Cracked windows and the curtains are dusty inside the house. The window next to the front door is conveniently open, it's a perfect height to climb up and through it. When I finally managed to climb through I could see a cloth on the coffee table, I cautiously tip toed over and the cloth seemed to have old dried blood smeared on it, I don't get why someone hasn't moved it or even found it yet. I picked the cloth upholstery and shoved it into my coat pocket. As I looked I think I could see a shadow of what looked like a tall man but in just a few seconds it faded away into the night. I shrugged it off and told myself it was just a hallucination.

I looked around the house for a good hour or two but found nothing else strange or unusual. What does my dream mean then? Why does it keep happening? Maybe I didn't look hard enough back at Dorran's house, maybe it'll be better in the day time when it's light outside, I'll go back tomorrow afternoon when everyone's at work.