I was right about meeting him, two nights later this happened in the dream. But we didn't play truth or dare.
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I woke up, laying down on the floor in the same bedroom, blue walls, blue bed, blue dress.
I heard a small cry from my left. I sat up and looked over.
"Jonathan! What happened to you?!"
On the bed sat Jonathan, he was covered in cuts and bruises, and was naked from the waist up, completely tied up so he couldn't move.
These cuts and bruises weren't ones you'd get after getting beat up, no, these wounds hint to being abused. Red marks from slapping on his face, long streak-cuts where a knife must have been dragged against his chest and right cheek.
All he did was cry in response, like he couldn't talk for some reason.
I felt a presence enter the room behind me. I turned around.
"Hello little doll. How did you forget my name?"
(He told me in the last nightmare but I couldn't remember it so I called him "the psycho")
"I-I-" I felt like a couldn't talk. Like something was holding me back.
"You think I'm a psycho?"
My heart started beating really fast and I was scared of what he'd do.
"It's me, Jason."
I stayed quiet.
"I heard you tell others about me, did they tell you about any of the pain they've had? I've been having fun with a couple of you little... friends."
No, he couldn't have.
(The day after my first dream, I told some close friends about it)
"I heard one of them say you need a psychiatrist. Also, why did you say you were scared to go to sleep? Were you scared to see me again?"
I shook my head.
"Your right. Your not scared.
Your terrified, aren't you?" He asked, putting his creepy smile back on.
I started backing away from him, eyes widened, and my breathing going uneven.
He moved forward as I continued moving back.
"Aren't you happy? You have the attention you wanted. I just want to play with you," he said with a sad smile.
I stayed quiet, breathing heavily.
"How. About. This. You, will be given three doors to go into. Two of the doors have traps that lead you to death, but one will let you free. The doors will have answers on them, and you will be given questions to answer. Get it right, and your one step closer to surviving, but get one answer wrong and you die. Let's play!" He disappeared and I was now facing three doors in a pitch black room.
They each said:
Doll Horsey Mannequin
I heard the psycho's voice ring through my ears. "First question, what did I call you when you first came?"
"A DOLL! YOU CALLED ME A DAMN DOLL!" I shouted, hoping he'd hear me.
"Ding Ding Ding! Correct, walk through the door."
I opened the door and walked into another black room with three doors.
Mason Jason John
"Second question, what. Is. My. Name?" He asked very slowly.
"J-Jason."
"Walk through the door."
Jonathan London Keith
"What is my other doll's name?"
"JONATHAN! HIS NAME IS JONATHAN!" I screamed, getting angry now.
"Go on."
I pushed through the door and I fell. Off an at least 12 story building.
"You . fell . for . my . tricks," he said before my body hit the ground.
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And then I woke up.
