Re: How often do you have nightmares and what's your worst one?
Here's my story from the Halloween thread:
Back when I was like...maybe 10 or 11 years old, I had a pretty scary experience. It was probably just a strange coincidence, but it definitely freaked me out at the time. This was at my old house where I lived from just a few months old to when I was I think 18 years old. It was just your standard 4 bedroom, 2 story neighborhood house. I think it was built in the 1960s, so it was relatively new. Outside, in the middle of the pretty good size front yard was a small Hawthorn tree.
The story starts one day when I noticed my newly acquired, but old fifty cent piece went missing. Honestly it doesn't have much to do with the story until later when you'll understand why I'm talking about it. Anyway, I spent like an hour that day looking for this fifty cent piece. To a kid, something like that is worth more than it really is. It was just cool to me because it was bigger than a normal coin I guess haha. But I didn't end up finding it that day, so I gave up on it. Again - not a big deal or big part of the story.
That very night though, I had the most terrifying dream I have ever had. To this day, I still don't like thinking about how fucked up it was. I'll never be able to explain it in writing, but I'll try. The dream took place at night in my front yard under the Hawthorn tree. It would have been pitch black if it wasn't for the dim porch light on the house about 15 yards away. I was being chased around the tree by this...figure. It was almost like a black outline of a human, but it wasn't human at all. It was just this dark figure with the scariest dark red eyes. The eyes were the only characteristic on the thing. Everything else on it was just - dark...empty.
I was running for my life from it, but for some reason I couldn't break away from the tree. I think it was because I felt like it was the only thing protecting me from it. I would run one way and it would follow around the tree. When I stopped, it stopped. Almost like it was chasing me, but wasn't even trying to catch me. And every time I stopped to turn and run in the other direction, I'd look at it - like I was trying to read its next move. And every time, it just looked back at me, smiling with just it's eyes. Like it was just fucking with me the whole time.
We ran around the tree a number of times before I knew I had to make a break from my house. I remember getting tired and out of breath, so I knew I couldn't keep it up for much longer. I took a deep breath, broke away from the tree, and just sprinted for the house. I didn't look back, but the figure was right behind me. I could feel it. Then right as I made it onto the porch, it let out this terrible, high pitched scream. Then I woke up. That dream was the most vivid, scary, fucked up dream I've ever had and ever will have. It probably took hours to fall back asleep.
The unexplainable part was the next day though. I had a paper route at the time, so I use to fold the papers in my garage, then head out into the neighborhood to deliver them. As I started out to deliver the papers, I noticed something shiny under the Hawthorn tree. I walked closer to see what it was. I got close enough to see that it was the fifty cent piece I had lost the day before, but I didn't get any closer than I had to because I noticed something else. All around the tree, in this sort of circle, was torn up grass and large dirt clumps. Like the grass had been trampled on so much that it was just worn down and dead.
tl;dnr: you're lazy
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