I look deeply into the reflection of the remote control and I see that on the TV there is a little girl with a doll in her arms. The doll is staring at me with a grin and her head is of a dead young woman. It can be seen from the slight decomposition. I look better. The child is my sister but she has no head. I get scared, I take my eyes off the reflection and look at my sister. She has the head but it's not hers, it's the dead woman's.
I hear footsteps on the right, the elderly aunt enters. I move my eyes to her. She too has the head of the dead woman. I look to the right at the mirror on the wall and I too have a woman's head.
Now the woman is in my head. Everything around me is deformed and I can see her memories.
That young woman was killed and then buried in the field surrounding the house. no tomb with his name. She is very angry and cannot find peace.
Dark.
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I am in a completely dark room. In front of me there is my sister and between us there is a lighted candle that lights up only our faces. The candle is placed on a Ouija board. We are composing words. We are communicating with someone but it is as if we are the dead ones. The words we are composing are not answers to some questions but something else. Every time we write a correct word, some bones behind us light up and come back to life.
BONES.
The skeleton scattered behind us lights up.
MEAT.
Some flesh grows on the bones.
We perceive her. She is around us. We are bringing her back to life with our living souls.
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Nightmare 1: The house and the young woman
HorrorIt's not a lie. I use to have bad nightmares at night and often they follow me in the other dreams. This is the first I wanna write down here.
