The lady in the red dress
I would wake up in the middle of the night for no reason and then I'd see her walking towards me and standing at the edge of my bed. She'd look at me. She had a red dress on. She looked like me but older and by the looks of it, dead. Like a ghost version of myself. I'd often see her approaching me with a sad or empty look on her face. I woke up each night about the same time. Every night this became a routine. I wasn't afraid of her. Her skin was pale, her hair was black as night and her lips were red. This happened every night until the third night. My mouth opened wide. She came even closer to me than she had before. She turned into an ashy black liquidy substance. Whatever it was wanted to go into my mouth and I ended up choking as if I had drowned and swallowed water when I woke up.
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ᏁiᎶᏂᎿmᎯᖇᏋᎦ ᎯᏁᎴ ᎴᎯᎩᎴᖇᏋᎯmᎦ (ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴹ ᴸᴼᴳ)
ParanormalI would often wonder into my dreams only to realise they were nightmares and yet I was not afraid. This is a log of what I remembered when I daydreamed and when I embraced the darkness that haunted me at night. There are things I have seen but I cho...
