I was again, staying up. I couldn't sleep, mainly because of the dread inside me... and the howling of the wind once again. I dreaded the next day, and stayed awake... yet drifted off to sleep soon after 01:45 (British time).
I swear... I swear he was doing something in my dreams... they were all manipulated and distorted.... terrifying, gorey, gruesome... I shall tell you one...
I was walked down a corridor... a long, dark corridor. I looked at my hands. I was holding a cross, and blood was spattered on my hands and the cross. I felt myself wearing light clothes. I walked on, now scared. I had blood on my hands!!
I eventually reached a point where both walls had two doors each on them. I heard drunken laughter and singing in one door. The other was silent.
I opened the silent one, and walked over to a girl. She was chained to the wall, blood spilled on the floor, the walls, herself.... her own blood. I asked her questions, yet she only answered with foul language and indistinct answers. Without realising my actions, I raised the cross up in the air, and started saying something.
The girl started screaming and writhing in pain. She kept screaming, "I'll kill you..! My parents will kill you..!" Over and over... I felt dreadful... I hated what I was doing, and couldn't control myself.
And I woke up.... 07:00(British time)...
It's again, evening as I am writing this...
Did they manipulate my dreams?
Why?
Are they making me scared?
Or uncomfortable?
Are they trying to make me fearful..?
YOU ARE READING
The Night...
رعبThis is based of a true story of my wakings in the night, from 12am to 6am, and me basically telling what I experience. It may or may not be scary, but this is all true.
