As you all remember, I live in a haunted house. The demons have now invaded my dreams.
It all started a few years ago, when I began dreaming of massive houses, much like my own, but horribly, horribly different. We would all play in the twisted, demented image of my home. It was strange, with criss-crossing stairs, hidden rooms, and secret passages. It was never really ‘scary’, but always quite creepy, in a Dr. Seuss animated-house type way.
A few weeks ago, I had a dream about this house. In reality, I live in the attic. In my dream, I lived in the attic, but I could open a small ‘gateway’ in the ceiling to ANOTHER attic. I went up there, and found evil. Pure, unadulterated, evil. Somehow I managed to contain this evil in the attic, but it kept trying to escape. Finally, with the help of my dad, we forced the evil into human form, and slaughtered it, and shoved it out a window. I was safe.
Then, a few days later, I had a dream about Christmas vacation. I was living in a strip-motel with a friend, as we had decided to stay here for Christmas break for some reason. She started talking strange, and left. As she was packing to leave, two guys from work came over. We got hungry and headed off to Taco Bell. (This next part only makes sense to people who know KC really well) It was snowing really hard. We were going east on 47 street, down that really, really steep hill, right before the plaza. That is odd, because the area is so classy there’s no strip ANYTHING for miles. As I turned south onto that one-way street (can’t remember the name), the front left wheel broke off the car, and we crashed into a light pole.
After we hit the lightpole, the cityscape morphed into a “BeetleJuice”-esque burned out, dark, deserted city. My house was sitting in a ditch, on a collapsed hill, right in front of us. We all went inside, where we found the interior to be somewhat trashed. The floor was slanted at a crazy angle, and the TV was on. We sat on the couch to watch TV for a while. Suddenly, Satan appeared and said I would have to pay for my sins. I ignored him.
The couch I was on slowly but surely slipped backwards into a gaping hole in the kitchen floor. I lept off the couch as it fell, but went down the hole also. Somehow, I knew I had to battle the demons to save the ones I love. So here I am, traipsing around in Hell, fighting off demons and trying to find my loved ones.
Somehow, throughout this whole ordeal, I know I’m supposed to be scared, but I’m not, just indignant, and confident.
Finally, I wake up. I’m laying with my arm over my eyes, on my back. It’s about 12 noon, and the sun is shining in my windows. Slowly, this black shadow envelops my vision. I yank my arm off of my face just in time to see the form flit into the dark recesses of my closet. I don’t like my closet anymore.
–Tim
