The Creepy Truth About Creepypasta

Don't Look

Date: January 26
Time: 11:20 pm

Year: 2018

Entry 58

I just woke up from a 3 hour long nap. I had a dream. It's fading fast, so here's the distinguishing details. 

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I was at my Dad's house in my living room. It was night. The tv was on, but it was just displaying static. There was a storm outside. It was a blizzard. 

Everything had a gray tint to it, ranging from bright white, to all shades of grey, to deep black. I stood in the middle of my living room, staring at the tv. I wore black jeans, tall black boots, and a dark grey long sleeve sweater. 

I stared at the staticky tv for a while. Then I look outside at the storm. I can see Him in my peripheral vision, looking at me through the frosted glass of the window, but I purposely didn't look at him. 

Something told me that if I did, something bad would happen. Like I'd get hypnotized again. At least, that's what intuition told me. 

I was scared though in this dream. I wasn't brave feeling. No, I wasn't just scared, I was terrified. I thought.. knew... that death was close and that I was in very deep danger, but my feet refused to move, as if the storm blowing outside had found itself inside of me, freezing me in place.

I kept a straight face, continuing to watch Him in my peripheral. 

The dream switched then, and it was daytime. I was still in the living room, but this time, my brother and sister were there. They looked haunted, possessed. They also bore black and red symbols carved into their bodies everywhere. It was the circle and the X. They just sat on the couch, smiling. They talked to me, telling me not to be afraid, that I could be just like them. They told me that they were happy, content. 

Thing is though, they wore blood coated clothes. The blood was in their hair, on their skin, and carved underneath their fingernails. 

I looked out the window once more, and this time, I looked directly at Him. I quickly ducked down, hiding from him underneath my sisters legs by the couch. She tried to look me in the eye, but I knew if she did, He could see me, through her. 

"Rilie, it's okay," she said to me with a smile that wasn't hers, "You'll be just like us. See, look at my arms." She shoved her cut open arms at me, the symbol shining up at me, wet and slick with her blood. 

I shook my head and stood up. I ran to the window, kneeling on the couch to see out of it more, and suddenly my siblings were gone, and were replaced with two figures. 

I don't remember the two figures, thought they were most definitely male. 

The dream changed again, and it was back to nighttime with the storm and static, and I was in the same place on the couch, peering out of the window. The figures, that were previously sitting on either side of me on the couch, were now standing on either side of the tv. 

He looked at me then, and I Him. 

He almost seemed to smile, and in that moment, my fear, which had previously been making me shaking and pinned in place, subsided and cleared, making way for an eerie calm. 

I knew it was going to be okay, I knew He was going to take care of me, I knew that He wouldn't let anything happen to me. 

I turned then, and stood in front of the static induced tv. I could feel him presence behind me. The two male figures stood erect next to the tv, their faces masked by shadows. 

--Dream end--

Something else happened after that, but I can't remember it, no matter how hard I try. 

Any theories on what this means? I have a few of my own, though they don't really connect to anything. 

Comments? Questions?