Abundance of Awesome

Dreams

Awakening with a start on a Sunday morning trembling from night terrors, isn’t the best way to go. I couldn’t ever give teddy bears an endearing look everyone else gives. What truly lurks under that fur and stuffing? I had never thought there would be supernatural involvement. Superstition was not my thing.

The night before, I lay endlessly glaring at the ceiling, blurring my green curtains in and out of focus. I drifted into a white haze, lavender purple walls seemed to rise and meet the top of the white haze. My figure stood in black, white and green polka dot summer pyjamas and stared inquisitively at different points of the room as a chair and wardrobe appeared.

Once the room finished sorting itself out realistically I felt, I knew something was missing.

What once keep my room a warm, homelike feeling had vanished? Unable to figure out exactly what it was, frustration and desperation dawned. I felt my heart yearning to escape my chest, my eyes didn’t know where to look, until they caught the doorway.

A presence of about seven feet tall, wore a black bowlers hat, suit and a white shirt with a red bowtie.

I was no longer standing; in fact I was almost bound to my bed not able to move. In the doorway the strange man seemed to have disappeared, which allowed me to relax a little. However when I dropped my head back to my pillow, out of the corner of my eye no more than a few centimetres from my face was the man in the bowler’s hat.

I screamed subconsciously hoping it would drive the presence away, but it also pulled me from sleep. I heard someone thundering down the stairs knowing it wanted to reach me; I squinted my eyes tight and felt a hand rouse me. I didn’t recognise the face at first, I wasn’t wearing my glasses, but I recognised the voice. Mum.

‘Ssh, it’s alright its only me.’ Now that I had seen her face, Mum’s face, I must have freaked out when she reached me. She spoke more but they became inaudible just like that of my dream.

No more nightmares bothered my sleep until morning, as I looked around my room had the same chill as it had in my dream. Something was missing.

I started my day as any; I jumped into my slippers and hobbled down the stairs, it was dark and the stairwells were covered in midnight blue linoleum. I hate the dark. Something was moving towards me the eyes carrying whatever light it could find, I ran to reach for the light my heart racing. I see a white glove, the man in my dreams never wore gloves, and it reached for the switch.