Burning with the Skull-face Man

Chapter 2: Dreams or Nightmares?

                     Chapter 2

          I heard this voice calling out to me one night. Repeatedly it would whisper, "Come to me," like a lullaby. I was entering a state of hypnosis and into a deep sleep I would go. The area around me was all black and foggy. I had no idea where my mind had taken me now. Beneath the smog there was someone out there. "What is it this time?" I thought.

           I saw the girl again, the me in me that was so unfamiliar. I mean, what does this mean? I had never had a sequel to any of my dreams before. I felt like it was some sort of sign. What if she was trying to prepare me for something or warn me from something? Maybe she needed my help, I had no clue.

            I was going to get to the bottom of this mystery. Within my mind I tried to focus in on her. I relaxed and I calmed down, and once again I could see what she was saw, think what she thought and feel what she felt. Once more she and I were one again. Just as I felt myself start to adjust...I saw it! I saw him! That thing!

           The skull-faced man was looking so deep into her eyes it sent chills down my own spine. With a very strong voice he said, "You don't belong here!" and I just knew he was talking to me. He scared me half to death, and I started to panic. I panicked so much that I started to wake up, except I could not. It was like I knew I was awake but I could not move. Like I was stuck between two worlds and in neither I could enter. I could not open my eyes, I could not scream for help. I was petrified. Just as I started to calm myself down, I drifted back to sleep.

                Back in this never ending nightmare I was.

           I pondered upon the thought of emerging with self-deluded me, but I could not bare the thought of being scared off by the skull-faced man again. So I decided I would watch from afar. But what if I needed my help? What if I was trying to escape? What was the deal that was made before? More questions with no answers. I knew somehow I needed to communicate with the self-deluded me. 

                   This time when I appeared in the dream I was in another area. I saw this room, but the image was unclear. Once more I tried to focus in, and there she was. She was sitting upon this stool at this vanity table. You would think one sitting before a mirror at a vanity table would be primping themself, but she was not. She was staring into the mirror. It all seemed normal until I noticed the oddest thing. She was staring into a mirror, but her reflection was not shown. What kind of person has no reflection? The poor thing was staring at the mirror like she was waiting for something to appear. Just then I thought maybe I could help.

                      Again I tried to focus in on her in my mind. Routinely now, I relaxed and I calmed down, and once again I could see what she was saw, think what she thought and feel what she felt. Once more she and I were one again. I looked through her eyes for clues. She was still staring into the mirror. When I looked at the mirror, I saw the reflection she could not see. What does that even mean?

                      She began to think to herself. I could hear her thoughts loud and clear. She said, "I know by now you have realized you are me. I am your soul and you are my body. Together we are human. This must be hard for you to understand, but we do not have much time. You can see what I see, think what I think, feel what I feel and do what I do. You must understand together we are one. There is still a lot to be explained but we have not much ...” Wait what? I heard banging in her skull. I reminded me of when I had a weave and my scalp began to itch and I would pat it for dear life. Except this noise I was hearing was not inside her head, it was outside of it. Someone was knocking on her room's door.  She panicked. She thought in her head so that only I could hear her. She said, "LEAVE! Leave now. If he knows you're here he will come for you and everything will be ruined. Go. GO!"  I was frightened. Boom...went the door & before he could enter I was gone.

                    I had wakened in sweats. It had to be at least three in the morning. My heart was racing and I was afraid to fall back asleep. I got up, slid on blue footies and walked to the bathroom. I cut on the light, yawned a bit and turned on the sink water.  I put my hand under the water for a few seconds waiting for it to get warm enough, and then wet my face. I lifted my head from my wet hands and looked in the mirror and I had no reflection. I screamed to the top of my lungs, and ran out of the bathroom back to my room. When I walked in my room I almost fainted, he was standing right there.