LucidPisces

- Setting: great Grandmother’s house, night time

Experience: my girlfriend and I are in the living room watching TV. Chatting. Laughing. I guess somehow we get a little “hot” and begin making out. I pick her up and sit her on the dresser by the door. As we’re making out, we hear my sister and her boyfriend getting it on upstairs. We can hear the bed creaking. My girlfriend and I laugh. I can also hear my great grandmother complaining to her friend in the back room saying, “Those damn kids are at it again!” her friend simply laughs. The creaking noises from upstairs suddenly come to a halt. I assumed they were done. My girlfriend and I continue making out. Our joy ends abruptly when all of a sudden my great grandmother’s friend screams, “burglar!!” knowing what would happen next, I race to the dining room area that leads to the kitchen and my great grandmother’s room.[my girlfriend, sister, her boyfriend, and great grandmother’s friend seemed to have faded from existence by this point.] as I arrive to the dining room, I hear an unfamiliar, sinister laugh, “ha…ha..ha..ha” and at that moment, a shadowy figure dashes forward and stabs my great grandmother in the heart and stomach as she entered the kitchen to see what was going on. Terror sets into my heart and my entire body began to shiver. I knew she was already done for, and now my life has become the top priority. I race toward the front door, the shadowy figure hot on my tail, I reach the door, that was open already, and as I begin to turn the knob, the burglar jumps on my back, as a reflex, I snap my upper body forward with as much forces as possible. This sends the burglar flying through the screen door and falling down the outside door steps and crashing into the ground at the bottom step. As the burglar lies in front of me, trying to catch his balance, I see that he is a white male, my height, my body size, however, his face is blurry, like someone put a censor on it. Without taking too much thought about it, a memory of my great grandmother’s death flashes in my mind and the flames of hatred instantly ignite in my heart. From the top step I lunge into the air and crash my landing right into the man’s ribcage. I start pounding his face with relentless punches and soon he is knocked unconscious. I continue to destroy his blurred face when suddenly a woman’s voice halts me. “Your death…is near...” the voice says, and I snap my attention behind me and see a young woman standing at the top of the stairs of the house. Her face is blurry as well, and like the man she is wearing all black, except for she is wearing a black dress that has a front that is slit perfectly so the stomach is showing all the way up to the bottom part of her breasts. The only thing that threw off this beauty was the fact she was carrying a long, rapier sword in each hand. She slowly starts making her way down to me, as if she were hovering just above each step. As she made her way to me, she raises the sword in her left hand and points it at me. Something about her screamed “death” in my mind. She seemed more sinister and professional than the man. Then it clicked, they had to be assassins, and she had to be his master. Knowing that I was outmatched, I let go of the man and run. I make it halfway to the street when I hear a loud whistling noise…almost as if…my instincts tell me to duck, so I duck and at that exact moment, a sword comes flying over my head, spinning like a Frisbee of death. I stay low because as predicted, the sword comes flying back to the woman’s hand. The man regains consciousness and joins the woman in the assault, with him standing in the front. I realize that running is no longer an option, so I turn toward them, and brace myself for the fight of my life. The man has chained weapon with a spiked metal ball at the end. Both the master and pupil begin hurling their weapons at me, I am able to dodge the all somehow and the moment there was a break, I put a little distance between us. The woman throws her sword again but this time I catch it. Now, with a sword in my hand, I charge forward, and begin my attack. The man hurls his chain at me, but I catch it with my free hand, pull him close and stab him in the heart. Adrenaline fills my body as I turn to the woman, my only urge is to survive. I swing at her stomach but she parries my blade with ease and lashes out at my face. I duck and soon we are locked in a deadly duel…(wake)

Setting: my suburban area, grandparent’s house, all houses in neighborhood are extremely close together. Day time
Characters: Older Sister(Tiana), Little brother(Jeremy), Mother

Experience: Tiana, Jeremy, and I are relaxing in my room upstairs. We are all discussing mom’s behavior lately. Not only has she been acting strange, but she seems to be very ill but refuses to lie down. One other thing that my siblings and I noticed about her is that she constantly goes down to the basement throughout the day with a plate of food…almost as if there is something down there she is feeding. Mom enters the room, her face is extremely pale and there are heavy sags under her eyes. She says to us, “Lunch is *cough cough*…ready whenever you guys want it…just come downstairs...” We all look at her in worry. She leaves the room and heads back to the kitchen downstairs. I follow her. I needed to know what was going on, as I head down the stairs, I get a strange feeling that something is watching me. In the kitchen. Mom is standing by the kitchen table, her back is facing me. I ask her, “Mom, are you ok? You’ve been acting strange lately and we’re concerned about your health too.” At that moment, a low growl echoes from the staircase leading to the basement. My heart begins to race, and my mother slowly turns her head around to look at me. However, her eyes are completely black and she says mutters words I cannot understand. I can only stare on in horror as my mom’s body drops dead in front of me. I begin to rush toward her to check her out but the moment she hit the floor, the basement door swings open and my mother’s body is dragged across the floor and down the stairs with tremendous force by an unseen entity. I knew we were in trouble, wasting no time I bound up the stairs and back to the room. “Jeremy, Tiana, climb out the window now!” I yell. Without hesitation I open the window to help my little brother out first. As I’m holding his hand and lowering him out onto another house’s roof top, my room door is blown away and in flies the most terrifying and unexpected figure, my mother…except, it wasn’t really her, whatever entity it was that dragged her into the basement has taken over her body, her skin is gray and muggy and her eyes are as black as death. She raises her hand and points at my sister. My sister screams but it is cut short because her body begins to expand until she explodes from the pressure… “Tiana!!” I yell, but my attention then snaps to my little brother who is hanging from my hand, his body too begins to expand…I close my eyes to avoid seeing another death, but the vision still pops up in my head as he explodes..left with nothing, I dash out of the window, promising myself to mourn their death’s at a better time…as I’m running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop I can hear the entity behind me flying above and swooping down at me, I duck and dodge and search for a safe place to get away but I see none, nowhere to escape…(wake)

Setting: Huge school Gymnasium, large set of bleachers on one side of the gym, the rest of the gymnasium was the basketball court. Daytime.

Experience: A large number of students and I are sitting on the bleachers listening to the guest spokesman talk about drugs. All of a sudden, I hear a yell from behind, “Everyone get off the bleachers!! It’s a trap!” my mind is thrown in confusion, I can’t figure out what he means, but without wasting time, I run out to the basketball court area of the gym with the rest of the students. When I turn around to look at the bleachers to anticipate the worst, all I see is the spokesman still standing in front of the bleachers. The spokesman lets out a vicious laugh, and slowly turns around to face the body of students on the court. “sit!” he yells, and without thinking, we all sit immediately, almost as if we were forced to sit by an unknown force. My heart begins to race. The spokesperson says, “Now, we are all going to play a little game, its simple really, and should prove to be pretty entertaining.” The students and I sit in shock and await to hear the rules of the game. “you see, I am a magician of sorts, and if you guys do not go along with this game, I’ll magically remove the soul from a random student’s body…to demonstrate, I shall do so…now.” All the students begin to laugh because we all believe this is some cheap joke. Magic? Soul removal? Unlikely. We all continue to laugh as the spokesman raises his hands and claps one time…at that moment, the entire building began to violently rumble and our laughter ceases. Our heads snap our attention to the corner of the gym where a young girl was standing and screaming at the top of her lungs. The spokesperson clapped again, the building rumbled even more and now the girl’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, now her screams turned into blood filled gurgles…the spokesman clapped a final time and we all watched in horror as a flash of light flew out of the girl, and she fell to the floor like a lifeless mannequin. The spokesman smiles and casts an eye over us all and says, “well…let the game begin!” (wake)

Setting: Cabin house, late in the night, with a small group of soldiers. Out in the wilderness.

Experience: I was in the living room with a small group of army men and women. I go to the bathroom and look out the window and see a guy with an m16 aiming it at the house, that obviously meant one thing, “They’re here!!” I yell at the army soldiers and they draw their guns, turn the lights off and take cover. I do not have a gun so I just take cover, and after what seemed like an eternity, the 5 minute suspense was broken by a storm of bullets that shook the whole house. Every wall of the room was being destroyed by the bullets of the dozens of enemy soldiers outside. The whole group died in that instant and the firing ceased. I did not receive a wound from this attack. As I rose, an army woman, on the ground, bleeding from fatal bullet wounds to the stomach, grabbed me by the pant leg and muttered out with bloody gurgled words, “run! You have to run!” Taking heed of her last, dying words, I take a peek through the shattered windows of the room and watch in horror as dozens of enemy reinforcements drive in with tanks and cars. No time to think, I hear the sound of enemy footsteps breaking down the front door and shattering windows in the other rooms and making their way down the hall toward my location, so I grabbed the nearest hand gun to me and rushed my way out of the back door into the hell that waits outside[wake]