Recurring Nightmare

I have a recurring nightmare. It’s been with me since I was very young. I haven’t dreamt it in several years, but I had it last night, and I wasn’t able to fall asleep.

I’m walking down a long hallway, open windows on both sides that let moonlight through. I’m the only one walking, but I can feel the presence of something behind me, watching. I walk faster; I hear foot steps behind me matching my pace and then increasing speed to close the distance. I try to run but I can’t move quickly; it feels like I’m in quicksand. I feel something brush my back. I turn and leap from one of the windows.

I land in the bed from my childhood. I see a dark thing crouched in the corner of the room. It slowly stands and starts to mumble indecipherable noise. I know what’s coming next in the dream and I want to wake up. My grandmother appears beside me; she cups my face and breathes, “Just listen. Open your mind.” She kisses my forehead and claps my ears. I hear white noise and then it’s quiet. My grandmother is gone, but the shadow creature has reached its full height and begins its approach. The mumbles from before begin again only this time they make sense. “Jesssssssiiiiiiiiiccaaaaaaaa…stay…wait…” It extends an arm towards me. I feel cold. Its fingers brush my cheek. And then I wake up.

Stolen from http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/File:Creaturewhiteeye.jpg
Stolen from http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/File:Creaturewhiteeye.jpg
I sprung from my bed in a cold sweat. Shit still scares the bejeezus outta me. I curled into a ball, knees to chest. And then my phone went off with a text message. That scared me too.

It was Michael. He said his throat was killing him. I was glad he texted even if it was because he felt awful. Social contact brings me back to reality and shakes off the nasty vibe that nightmare always leaves behind.

I’m gonna hug the shit out of him when I see him later.

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