We all have that one rough night, right? Maybe even woken up one night crying, but having no idea why? I have these a lot, myself, and honestly girl, I think I’ll go nuts if I don’t tell someone.
That’s where you come in.
I know I know, I should talk to a therapist if it’s really bugging me, but I mean c’mon, those things don’t really work now a days, just take their paychecks, half pay attention and tell you you’re fine. Besides, we’ve known each other since Pre-K, and I trust you. Just hear me out, Yeah?
Right, so, these dreams all started about three months ago. At least, I hope they’re dreams, I mean, I’m not one for superstition and you know that, but I just, I don’t know. Anyway, it started off mild, you know? Normal nightfrights, like getting chased by a giant spider, or trapped in a room full of clowns who want to eat your soul or something. It didn’t really bug me, not really, I just thought it was my imagination letting loose a little, because I always have been a Horror Junkie.
It was only when it started happening nightly that I became concerned.
I started noticing a few things too. Small scratches on my arms, a bruise on my leg. But, me being my rational self, just thought that because of my nightmares I was tossing more in my sleep, and chalked it up to that. And girlfriend, let me tell you, they stung, and I was thankful I didn’t have a man at the time. What kind of guy was gonna stand getting slapped every five minutes while they’re trying to sleep? So anyway, they started getting worse. They started having people I know, that have passed, in situations before they died. You know Martha, the little girl that went missing when we were kids? I had a nightmare, where I was being drowned by a man in a ski mask, my dark hair going everywhere. But I don’t have dark hair, she did, and in the local paper they said the crook had drowned her in a Motel Bathtub.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one I experienced.
There was Jesse, and even Brian. Oh God, I couldn’t control myself when I saw what Brian saw… or at least, what I think he saw. No one ever found his body, remember? I can honestly say that I didn’t want to exist, I felt so dirty. You remember what happened to him, yeah? The sicko admitted to not only using him while he was alive, but also after he had gutted him and removed his eyes…. Ugh, I can’t say anymore, or I’ll puke…
After that, I tried not to sleep. Unfortunately, one can only deny nature for so long, and I eventually fell asleep. That night… was horrible, one of the first nights I managed to suppress my dreams. I woke up and felt the need to vomit, crying at the same time. The following nights have been the same, and I can’t keep anything down. I’m scared, and I can’t keep anything down. I feel… I am going to die soon. You should see the scars, and the bruises… not to mention my stomach is digesting itself. Huh? Why are you crying? Oh dear…. No, this isn’t a nightmare.