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I drink extra water in order to wake up in the night. I wake up 03:37 and write down this dream.

I'm bouncing at the Sturkö trampoline with another person. Suddenly all this fertiliser poop is dropped next to me on the trampoline. Me and the other person quickly go out of the trampoline. My sister is there and I ask her if it was her doing. She is serious and says that she needed to do it for something important. I walk in The Green House and see Tobbe M there. He talks about football. Gradually Tobbe transforms into Klaus and he starts to scream loud. He screams about football and how the judges are bribed in a crazy manner.

Notes: Klaus screamed in a very scary way.

When I went to bed again and tried to WILD I got some real pain in my left foot. I moved my foot and felt if something hit my foot but nothing had happened.

I'm by a gas station and there are some aliens shooting at us. I shoot back but get captured. I am being transported to some kind of house that is slimy. I am half lucid because I try to actively wake myself up here. I am being led to a passageway and I meet a dead end. There are some holes in the wall to the right with some kind of thick liquid running through them vertically. An alien in the front that also is a prisoner is crawling into a hole and disappears. I take my hand in to the hole to feel if there is air on the other side of the liquid. I feel a wall and I assume that the alien was able to teleport. I do the same thing with the second hole and find that there is also a wall stopping me from entering there. The third hole doesn't have a wall and I am able to crawl through even tough it is very uncomfortable, especially since it is a very claustrophobic passage. When I am through I find myself in a doom shaped room. There is a bench that I go to and sit. An alien that is humanoid enters, I think that she is about my age and attractive. She comes to me and we start to kiss. She sits on my left leg. I don't know how long time we interact but I am suddenly with other humans that I know. I talk to Diego and he is mad at me because I kissed the girl. He seems to be interested in her by the way that he is talking about her. I tell him that it was only a dream and that it's okey. '

Notes: I talked about it being a dream in the dream but never got fully lucid and got hold of my IRL memories.

Always when I have a love interest non lucid dream I wake up with energy and happiness.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm at a psychiatric hospital and I am to be examined. I'm scared and recognize the scene of the dream. I'm anxious because I know something bad is going to happen. There is a nurse coming and she says I'm supposed to go to another room. I walk into the room and there is a school class room there. I go and sit on a chair on the edge of a row. Some people are teasing me there so I move one row back. I hear the people in front of me talking about how they got money to just sit there. I say so in a paniced voice to the person next to me. He is shocked. The teacher pulls out a gun and starts to shoot at me but misses. I run to the exit and find a revolver and starts to shoot at the teacher but I miss. I only have two ammunition left and hide behind a corner. I reveal myself and try to shoot the teacher in the head and I'm sure that I will hit him if I pull the trigger. I shoot but nothing happens. After I while I'm just screaming as loud as I can and crawling out the door.

I'm by a town and I'm supposed to be Spiderman. I try to use my Spiderman powers to swing myself but it's hopeless. The web I shoot from my wrist is all sloppy and won't attach to the things I shoot it at. I succeed to climb up to a building and I'm hiding from something.

I'm in a car with my mother who drives. We are going to the church. I walk in and go to the left most part of the church because I'm looking for someone. No one is there. I walk to the right most part of the church and on my way I meet up with some missionaries by the kitchen. There is a good looking missionary who says he is going to see the whole world and his charismatics is the thing that is going to help him do so. I walk to the next room and see Diego by the piano. We are supposed to do something together.

A girl has dumped me and I know it's because I was not cool enough for her. I'm by a room and know she is somehow watching me. I change shirt just to show her that I'm actually fit and I act in a cool way. My mother and sister are also there.

I'm sleeping in my brother's bed. I'm trying to sleep but I don't succeed because it's way to early. I try to sleep because it's so boring. I'm irritable because I can't sleep.

I'm talking with someone about a distant memory we had together and I'm transformed into the memory. I see two small children sitting by a long table, eating soup, in a pretty dark room. One of the children walks to three dark men who are looking malnourished. The child is greeting them happily and that cheers them up. I'm scared of the three men because I thought they would harm the children but I think it's beautiful how the child managed to make the malnourished men happy. The second child also joins the three men and the first child. They are laughing together and having a good time.

Notes: When I woke up I didn't remember any dreams. After thinking a while I remembered all these! I don't think I have ever remembered six dreams in one night. I dreamt the dream about being dumped because I saw a movie about a man who were not cool and got dumped because of that and later on becoming cool so the girl wanted him back.

A dream scene ends of me and my father waiting in a room with a group of people. The new scene appears and it is me at a store, appears to be a clothing store. I look through a few in the section I am in. I notice a book that seems to be a part of the bible. I read some of it verse and brought it back to where I had originally pick it up. I then notice I was around a lot of baby clothes for children.

I look around the corner where I heard a group of people talking. When I saw them I notice one person that means something to me. It was my cousin. She appeared different, as if she had gain a lot more weight recently. When I observe further as I notice her picking up baby clothes, it became apparent that she is pregnant. I continue browsing in till my path cross with her.

I simply smiled and waved while walking away. I then decided to look for clothes that I could wear since I needed some new ones. That is when the dream scene change again in to my room. I had assume I was awake as it identical in every way, it was night with no lights on. But something was feeling off to me, I decided to ignore it. As I sat up from my bed something happened to me that I don't know how to explain. I felt like I lost control of my surroundings. I was standing up at the front door of my room.

That's when I heard screams , it felt piercing and loud. It was a girl voice screaming in pain. I started looking around my room asking what's going on. That's when I started pacing my room to see if there was a way I could find her. For some reason information was toss in to my head against my will, that told me this girl I am hearing is my daughter. Even though I do not have children.

There was such a desperate urge to help this person, that I started screaming when I kept hearing her. That's when I finally woke up, I was slightly breathing hard and clutch my covers. I was wondering why my dreams were a bit tense lately. Then some DC mentally answered my own question by saying some dreams are bad/ I ask mentally in my head is there a way where I can always have good dreams? He said unfortunately dreams are always good and bad depending on the individual.

I was going to ask why in till I became lucid on sensing something was wrong. A voice began mentally speaking to me saying , so you have now seen apart of my inner world. Now you see how scary it can be when you will now have to suffer and I will be coming back. Once I heard this I told her no don't bother me anymore. No do not do this. The dream scene change again to me waking up in my bed. It was another false awakening. I got up out of my bed as I was finish sleeping. As I stood up on the floor that's when the feeling hit me again.

I became lucid and was beginning to see another person in 3rd person and yet I could still see through my own self as if I was in 1st person. I notice someone running aimlessly in grey. Then I completely was back in 1st person with this intense fear around me. The shocking screams began again and I couldn't help but panic to try to find this girl that was in so much suffering. I kept looking around in my room and started saying this can't be happening to me. That's when my window turned in to a grey realm. I ran in there as I continue to follow the loud screams.

However the grey realm only led me back to my room to where I couldn't see anything. I began to scream as I hear the screams of the girl and my own echoing endlessly. It made my head go numb after hearing that after constantly screaming I open my front door and bang on my father door. His door was lock which is not normal for him as he usually leaves it unlock. I began yelling him to open up the door and that I was being attack by someone. I could hear his television set come on as the door opened.

I told him I needed his help and I was beginning to talk to him about what was going on. I wake up. This time I think I am really awake and the first thing I do is open my door to get to my father and to explain to him what is happening. I began knocking on his door again as it opened. His TV once again came on and he was not in a good mood. I told him something is wrong and that I was being attacked by some person. He doesn't care and tells me to leave me alone and ask me do you know how early it is.

I look at the time and see that it is 2:02 AM . I told him he still has plenty of time to rest. He gets angry and tells me he is done helping me. That's when I found myself waking in my bed again. No I said, I was already lucid and yelled why are you doing this to me? That's when something on my bed sprang around like a spider. A woman out of no where appeared sitting in front of me on my bed with red hair. A voice told me in unintelligible words that it was angry with me. I knew it was anger because of how intense the sensation was around me. I began saying I am sorry for what I have done.

It began showing me images and a vision that I would understand. I knew what the issue was now and said I was sorry. But it didn't matter I could tell nothing I was saying was getting through to her. Whatever this thing was. That's when I woke up again from my bed. I was already lucid and the same terrifying scenario happened again and again. I couldn't stop screaming and I remember falling to the floor which somehow made me continue falling endlessly further down. My head felt so much confusion that I didn't know what to do or think anymore.

I didn't know when I had waken up or if I was awake all this time. My eyes were just staring at the ceiling. It was like I had been in a trance. I place my hand on my head, my head felt empty as if nothing was in it. I sat up to check the time and could see it is 2:02 AM. I am sorry.

Morning of March 13, 2017. Monday.



The first scene involves wandering around in a mostly empty circus tent that is connected to at least one other one. We had apparently bought two-dollar tickets (for all the members of our family) to see some sort of comedic monologue and perhaps something else, but it appears that there is going to be no event as such when the time approaches. There are not that many people around. I am very annoyed that they are not going to honor our tickets. It seems like very bad business practice. The ringmaster walks into a different featureless area and talks about random subjects unrelated to their original plans and even seems annoyed by people expecting them to do a show. I get the impression that he does not care at all about honoring any of the tickets ever sold at any time in the various locations they travel to.

My family and I leave and soon find some sort of odd Halloween display at a park. There is a scene where Zsuzsanna is sitting in a swing on one end of a swing set (to my left as I am at a distance, though walking closer to the situation, approaching from behind them). Our youngest son is in the middle swing but there is an unknown boy (slightly older than our son) who is bullying our son (and to his right) and grabbing at the chain of his swing. Our son is trying to push him away. The unruly boy has bruises and scratches on his face and arms (though likely not caused by our son). As I approach, I tell him to leave and he does. I then comment, “Some parents sure do not know how to watch their kids or teach them anything”. Oddly, an unknown female who I first thought was the unruly boy’s mother unexpectedly agrees with me. (She had been sitting on the ground on the opposite side of the swing set, facing my direction) However, she turns out to not be the boy’s mother after all and has her own son nearby (to her left).

There is an unusual scenario where (stereotypical) Halloween witches are running around and randomly screaming at people. There is a short time where I decide to take on this role myself (and put on a Halloween witch outfit and wig) but I soon become bored of it as I cannot seem to scream correctly. It comes out rather course and not that loud. The patrons just look at me with slight amusement.

There is an unusual scene where an unfamiliar younger male in minimal Halloween makeup is playing two alternating notes on an electronic keyboard. It sounds similar to the “Jaws” theme. At the same time he is playing this motif, a set of French doors on the opposite side of the playground area open and close in perfect time to the note patterns. I do not find this scary but it does seem a bit curious. It is almost as if he is trying to give me some sort of clue about something (likely the preconscious indicating that I can leave the dream by going through the doors - or perhaps cause it to shift, even though I am not lucid).

There is a scene of a tall cylindrical structure that seems to be somewhat like an enclosed pile driver. A small metal structure comes down as our youngest son goes inside the building when he seems curious of it. It is just big enough for one person to stand inside in the center. The lowering structure pushes on him but does not seem that heavy or forceful even though I was wary of it at first. Still, he seems to have difficulty with his legs in attempting to get out, but does not seem injured and gets out on his own. (It almost seems like an unlikely composite of pile driver, elevator, farm silo, and a circus strength tester where the bell is rung. It may be loosely based on the playground rocket I sometimes explored as a child in La Crosse.)

In the last scene, I feel very cheerful. It seems to be nighttime. I am with Zsuzsanna and I eventually notice a huge object towering in the sky about a block away. It looks like the underside of a giant microscope with about eight objective lenses. However, I consider that it is some sort of movie equipment for recording a crowd of people. I find it awe-inspiring and try to get Zsuzsanna’s attention for her to look at it, but there seems to be something that is somehow blocking her view of it.

The second-from-last scene is an obvious but distorted waking precursor. It is like an incomplete elevator, and of course an elevator serves as a waking precursor or sometimes induction (just as in guided meditation and certain types of hypnosis). Still, the last segment indicated the consciousness shift (and a higher clarity) and a curious subliminal association with my conscious self in the habit of examining my dreams and dream self (as if with a giant microscope).

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This dream is the product of me being throughly stressed out after trying to cook something for my fiancée. Some grease splashed onto the eye of the stove and it caught on fire. It went out in a couple seconds, but it was enough to freak me out and cause a wicked stress headache. I laid down on the couch to rest when I fell asleep and had this crazy ass dream, and I don't cuss, so you know it's crazy.

I was standing in this empty town square. I looked around until I saw a single guy come running up to me out of nowhere. This low music started building up when I saw him, and got louder and louder the closer he got, and then when he reached me things went quiet and he shouted"DO THE HARLEM SHAKE!" Then the music kicked up and people swarmed into the square and started flopping their limbs around. The music played loudly and I was kinda just standing there, watching with my eyes opened up in surprise. A different guy came up to me and shouted in my face "Do it! Do the shake!!" He ran away without waiting to see if I would, then dropped down onto the ground and flopped around like a fish. The rest of the people followed suit until I was surrounded by a bunch of flopping humans. I watched for a while until a teenager near by shrieked like a banshee, as loud as he could "HARLEM SHAAAKE YAAAAAAA!!" Then I woke up.

I kind of just laid there, wondering what the hell had just happened, when I started laughing and had to write this down.

Dream Fragment 1: I'm standing nowhere, screaming at the top of my lungs. I don't know how long I scream but when I stop, I realize that someone is standing next to me. I suddenly find myself looking up and into the face of Stiles. He looks worried. I look down and notice that he's holding my hands. I look back up at his face and squeeze his hands in mine.

Dream Fragment 2: I'm sitting in the passenger's seat of a car. Mom is driving. We are on the freeway. I'm looking at the other side of the freeway, which is at a complete stop. There are a ton of people on the other side just walking around and doing nothing. I turn to Mom and ask her why they are doing that.

I was at a zoo of some sorts. In this zoo, it was normal for the guests to go into the exhibits with the animals. I walked into a seemingly empty exhibit where i could see the tiger exhibit. Each section was protected by one electric wire. Somewhere in my part there was an iguana that I had not noticed before. It attacked me, but I beat it away with a stick. Soon after, though, there was a huge snake that came in and grabbed me (thus showing how useless that electric wire was) Similar to the movie "Anaconda," this animal wrapped around me and began attempting to crush me to death. I left the point of view of me and began looking at the situation from above. I do remember screaming out for help, but the scream was not as loud as I hoped. The people around got me free from its grasp by attaching a rope to my leg and a truck and then driving the truck away to pull me out. After they got me free, the snake disappeared, but another, larger snake came. For some reason, at this point, I knew there would be 3 snakes total that would attack. It was as if this was a video game that I had played before. After being freed from this snake (through the same means as the first), the third snake came and ate me. At this point, it really wasn't me who the snake ate because I was no longer in the point of view of this character, and he had changed from me to someone else anyways. Regardless, the rescue team began throwing very sharp objects at the snake's mid-section in order to cut a hole for the guy to crawl out of. They apparently trusted their men enough to not hit the person inside. The dream continued, but from there it gets fuzzy.

Last night I had a nightmare.. in my dream I was sleeping on my side and felt so numb.
That feeling of being half asleep and awake.
In my dream my eyes were half closed and I saw a movement near my closet.. it was a grey entity and it rushed out of my room. I tried to say something but I was only able to make muffled noises. I felt like I was choking at the same time.
Then I find myself on my back eyes half closed my mouth open and I am trying to scream.. I couldn't move and saw something move down the hall.. the door to my room was open wide and the hallway was dark but this thing I was able to see move slowly towards me.. I felt hopeless.. it made a turn to a room on the right where I heard children screaming.. I tried getting up but was unable to help them and started to cry but only made muffle sounds.
Next my boyfriend is sitting next to me holding a remote control.. I am trying to get his attention.. I felt I was awake but in my dream he was ignoring me like I was sleeping.. he got up and disappeared leaving me there.
The room gets really cold and I sense something is there with me but I can't move my head.. I feel stuck to the bed I try to wake up out of my dream but unable too.. I manage to look at the foot of my bed and see that my mirror was tilted and off of the dresser.. I was really scared to look into the mirror because I saw this pale like figure I just couldn't bring myself to look at it.. all of a sudden I feel something sliding me to the edge of the bed and I am struggling to scream.. but I am still numb and feel like I am choking.. this thing whatever it was because it was not visible lifted me off the bed and onto the floor.. I am still motionless and it props me up.. so I am sitting up my legs straight in front of me on the floor.. I am being pushed slowly to the room door.. I am trying to scream and start sobbing at this point but still feel like I am suffocating because I couldn't make any sound only these soft groans.. can't get over that choking feeling..
I am being slid across the floor to the bedroom door there is a child standing there who runs away.. I am groaning for help in my mind but couldn't utter the words.. the door closes in front of me and the room is pitch black..
I burst wide awake in my dream gasping for air..
that was horrible..
a nightmare.

April 25, 2011

Notes
Hardly slept last night. Went to bed at 1:30am, woke up screaming for my mom. Took me awhile to fall back asleep, not sure when exactly. Woke up finally at 6am. I rarely have outright nightmares. Creepy, ominous, yes. Horrifying? No, not really. If I ever have a nightmare I usually will become lucid and then either stop/change the dream. Although I did do that this time, it was really late and the nightmare was practically already over. Also, three dreams inside of each other. I could make an inception joke, but honestly I'm still creeped out. My dream self didn't realize they were dreams inside dreams. Motifs of nothing, I've never had a dream quite like this. Also, I had dreams this weekend but they weren't too interesting seeing as I lost sleep. Also I wasn't home, so I didn't bother to write them down anyways.

Entry 010
I'm in Dr. Clark's room. We have some huge essay to write, it's due in 30 minutes, but I'm so tired. I lay my head down on my desk and fall asleep.

I'm in my bed, except I realized later that it was on the wrong side of the room and exact to my old bed back home. I'm half-asleep, my body is already paralyzed and my mind is mostly unconscious. As I'm lying there, about to enter a deep sleep, I feel something on my back. It feels like a hand. For a minute I don't feel particularly worried about this. The hand is running over my back, slipping lower until it runs over my ass. I feel uncomfortable. Then I can feel nails digging into me. I realize there is no hand, but the touch persists. I realize the hand belongs to some kind of demon, and that its intention is to murder me. My body is still paralyzed. I try screaming, but all that comes out of my throat is a strangled grunt. It's not loud enough for anyone to hear. I know that I have to stand up and get out of here. I try to stand, but I can't. I fall to my knees and drag myself to the door. Along the way I see something out of the corner of my eye. It's a little man, about as wide and tall as a bowling pin, dressed in clothes like Charlie Chaplin with white pasty skin, frizzy black hair and huge, staring, yellow eyes. I open the door and drag myself to the hall. I try screaming more, but I'm still not able. I think I see my mom on the couch, but it's dark. I get to the couch, someone's there. I'm safe. I relax, fall asleep by the couch.

I wake up. I'm in bed. Something is touching me. Repeat of the last dream, but as I reach my door this time I think "My bed is on the other wall. Didn't I just have this dream?" and I realize I'm dreaming. My dream self, however, is still panicking. It's screaming at me to get the hell out of the room. The will of my dream self overpowers my lucid self and I fling the door open. There's a blinding white light.

I open my eyes. I'm screaming. My mom is in the doorway.

Okay, Well I woke up around 30 minutes ago and immediatley turned my lights and TV on.

I was laying in my bed, and I thought I was awake. I heard my cat come in the room, you know when the squeeze through the door crack? you can hear there fur brushing against the door. Anyway. I realised that my door was shut tight so I froze. A moment later I felt someone kneeling on my bed then in no time, demonic, echoing screaming in my ear. I woke up - realising that I had been dreaming.

I hope I'm not grudged.

Sweet dreams.

I was in a museum in front of the entrance to an interactive nature exhibit. I noticed how worn the entrance looked and was prepared for the whole exhibit to be run down. Once I entered, I was delightfully surprised how nice it was inside. They used real plants and it was landscaped like I was really outside on some country trail. I was my bike and looking around at all the wonderful detail. Then I spotted some grapes growing on the side of the path. I turned my head back to look at them while I continued to peddle my bike forward. Then I realized that I was off the trail. The bike fell out from under me and I grabbed a handful of vines so I wouldn't fall as well. The vines had covered a cliff. I thought how careless it was for me to let this happen. I tried to climb back up on the trail, but the dirt from the embankment crumbled in my hands. I was only able to hang on by the vines. Just then, someone on a bike was approaching. I asked him if he could help me. He peered over the cliff and asked me what I needed. I told him I needed help getting back up on the path. He said " Then why aren't you screaming for help". I told him that I thought I could get up by myself and when I realized that I couldn't, he came along. He said "If you really need help, you should be screaming". I asked him if he would help me. He said "OK, but I doubt it will do any good." He then shouted at some bikers up on the ridge. "Hey, someone is hanging from the ridge and can't get back up. Can you help!" One of the guys on the ridge shouted back "If they really needed help, they would be screaming." then they disappeared over the ridge. The guy then said "You see, I told you!" I said "Will you help me?" he said "I already did." I reached my hand that was not clenching the vines upward. "Take my hand and pull me up" "Why would I" he said "You still aren't screaming" I said "so you will only help me if I start screaming." He said "I never said that I was going to help you at all, but someone might." By now most of the vines had pulled out of the ground and the few that remained would be out any second. I looked around and there was nobody around accept for this guy. I tried harder to find something else to hold on to, but there wasn't anything. Just as I started to fall, I woke myself up.

I was pregnant when the dream started, no explanation, and was making many trips to the abortion clinic.
They were telling me all sorts of things I wasn't listening to. I wanted to be sure of what I was going to do before I did it. I decided that this was my choice to make and no one would sway me in my pursuit of finding what was best for me.

I didn't want to just abort the baby with out the consideration of outside adoption and those sorts of things, but I also did not want to add another baby to a foster home or something. And I would not be able to take care of it while going to college.

So I kept it for awhile.

I did normal things, like watching netflix with my friends (the house looked like one from a friend in CO) but I was unable to focus, I all could think about was what I wanted to do with it.

I made more trips to the clinic. I went into a room with a large group of people sitting most of them watching a TV suspended from the ceiling. It looked like a large scale doctors waiting room. I looked a the TV to see some sort of cheerleading routine. I watched for awhile and thought that it would be a much harder decision if i was pursuing some sort of physical career or engaged in some sort of sport. I felt my stomach and realized that I could feel the child inside me.

My dad took me to the next appointment. (I do not have a good relationship with him irl). As we were walking to the door, I felt the baby inside me and officially decided to abort it. I realized that I did not have time to be the mother I would want to be to it, and that there is a lot more I wanted to do first.

Suddenly the baby's arms and legs started ferociously kicking and shoving the inside of my stomach, all four limbs thrashing. I could suddenly hear him screaming and gasping. He began kicking my pelvis and then turned around to scratch my organs, still screaming somehow. Finally he pushed his whole form against my stomach until almost his entire form could be seen, him still inside me. He was having a meltdown, freaking out that I had decided to kill him. My dad stops walking but does nothing. He continues to scream.

I touch were the side of his head was and told him to calm down, I wouldn't do it. He continued thrashing, screaming and gasping. I began crying and pleaded with him to stop, it hurt. I told him sorry and begged him to calm down. Slowly but surely his breathing returned to normal and he returned to where he had been.

I grabbed my stomach freaking out, and woke up.

Had a phantom baby for awhile. So strange.

1/5/11

Last night I had this intense experience.. This time I noted it inside of my phone.. I was tired last night and went to bed.. quiet night and I fell asleep.. for some reason I woke up.. or so I thought I did.. don't know but opened my eyes to see someone over me as if ready to lunge towards me.. what I saw was a warrior over me.. I saw he was sleeveless and had a worn leather like breast plate on.. His hair was over his face since he was looking down and had a sword on one hand I felt the cold dark air felt warm .. I immediately started screaming and kicking.. I look again and see it was gone.. so here I am sitting up waving my arms in bed.. I had texted my bf and fell back to sleep.. so he shows me the text he got when he came in.. it said
" I just work up screaning.. weird".

Same exact spelling .. I was trying to say " i just woke up screaming but that is what I texted to him..lol..

Weird dream..

A warrior

For the online DJ system, that is. I have two books filled to about 350 pages total thus far and it's been a long time since I shared any :l so here we go, I'll start by retelling some of the ones you all have missed out on:

The New House

My family hears word of my Aunt Brenda buying a new place a couple hours from where she used to live. Invited, we pack up via time lapse imagery and begin our 3 three hour drive out of our way to meet the new house. They'd only moved in yesterday, and hadn't even come close to exploring all 50+ different rooms in the house. It was a mansion that somewhat reminded me of the manor from the Resident Evil 1 in size and complexity. However upon entering, the place seemed much unlike that mansion in RE1, for it was clean, tidy, and welcoming.

After the expected greetings and whatnot with my Aunt and cousins, I naturally follow my oldest cousin, Dale, to his new room. I complimented his TV, which was a forty inch plasma with crystal clear picture. Dale corrected me, saying that it was his computer screen. Amused by this, I took advantage by watching youtube videos on it for what should have been hours. Soon, I went downstairs for dinner; apparently, I had missed the tour of the house from what they had explored thus far. Supper consisted of great homemade stuff.

After dinner I was shown to my room, (there was just a transition to the moment my Aunt opened the door for me) and I immediately collapsed on the cozy bed. A brief lurch forward in time, a few hours. I hear crying, and then a brief scream. The door to my room opens and then slams. Heart racing. I contemplate and idealize what could possibly be happening, but I can't summon a reasonable conclusion. Determined to convince myself it was just the wind, I forced myself to try to sleep for the rest of the night.

In the morning I went downstairs to see if anyone was up yet. There was nobody. There was a paper note on the fridge that hadn't been there the day before, which read, "The small room with the small door handle-- we don't go there!"

I paced until everyone was downstairs and awake. We ate. Dale had a friend over as well as the friend's mother. Dale and his friend would just sit staring hypnotically at the computer screen, waiting for his mother to speak to which he would immediately reply with an aggravated "Shut up." and grimace, possibly swearing under his breath in anger.

I said I was going to the bathroom, so I walked downstairs and turned a few corners and found it. Upon opening the door, the tap erupted violently without any of the handles being turned around the faucet. So, I went upstairs to find the other bathroom, ignoring the impulse to ask where it is. I walk through the room of my other cousin, Marina, which was sort of like a dual entrance-way room (a door on either end). I also notice another cousin of mine, Pam, was crashed on the bed. I emerge into a small hallway from her room, and immediately hear reverberating footsteps at a fast pace, sounding quite close. The door behind me slammed shut. I was completely alone in the narrow corridor; I could feel no human presence.

It was illuminated with a nostalgic sunlight, deep and warm and hard on the eyes. There were three doors along the wall beside me. The door on the left had a shuddering handle. Hearing my heartbeat echo in my ears, pulsing madly and loudly, I open the handle out of overpowering curiosity. The sound of a thousand dying screams at once all hit me in one concentrated outburst, windy. Visions of decaying corpses, mutilated half-deads, and the tortured all dance around my peripherals. In the back of my mind I have an image of fingernails, rotten and overgrown, peeling slowly off the fingers of these leathery people, and it headaches me greatly. I slam the door shut. It immediately opens again as soon as I shut it, and the room looks fine. An old record player sits in the corner, spitting out some distorted jazz out of the brass trumpet. I close the door, my heart thumping being more vivid than ever.

As I look over to the sunlit windows I see a shadow moving underneath them, along the floors, and quickly away from me. At this moment for some reason I realize that there are no lights installed in this part of the house. I walk to the end of the hallway and look both ways. The hallway becomes darker, the carpet rusty, the whole atmosphere dirty like that of an old cheap motel hallway, even the smells. I turn my back and return to Marina's room. The bedsheets were torn off and Pam was gone. As I made to leave, out of the corner of my eye, I see multicoloured toe socks peeking out from under the bed-- Pam was under the bed.

I leave the room, but as I step away from the door I see a terribly vivid image in front of me. It was a woman with greasy and dirty gray hair, accompanied with a rotting gray face with cracks alongside, tearing away at the remaining skin on her face (not a lot). She was wearing a silver night-gown. Stains of red here and there, and many puke stains, particularly down her middle. She ignored me, fell to her knees without acknowledging me, and screamed the same scream I had heard only last night. She got up and glided away, sobbing to herself.

I ran downstairs, turned a corner to find my Aunt and a few other people crowded around the bathroom door downstairs. The other things that had been in there before were gone, and now was a urinal, which was also backing up.

We left the house, assuming, never to return.

I'm sitting on my bed, watching Youtube on my computer. It is pitch black outside, and perfectly silent. Judging by the darkness and the quiet atmosphere, it must be like three in the morning. I am the only one awake. The video I am watching is very disturbing. A man is chopping off his own fingers with a steak knife, one by one. He screams so loud it makes my stomach sick. Strangely, there is an English narrator describing the whole event in detail. “And now,” he says, “the man proceeds to chop of his middle finger. Watch closely as the steak knife severs the finger, revealing the inner layers of muscle, and the bone.” Eventually I can’t take it anymore, and I try to turn my computer off. But for some reason, instead of turning off, the volume just gets louder and louder, until my ears hurt. I turn away from the video and cover my ears, but the man’s screaming still manages to get through. I attempt to drown him out by screaming myself, as loud as I can. Everything goes black.