It’s 3 A.M. I just woke up from this freaky dream I just had. More like a nightmare.
It was nighttime and I was alone in an abandoned neighborhood. It was too foggy and I couldn’t see anything. I started walking until I found a gigantic, old, creepy mansion. I was too scared to enter it so I walked around it to explore its surroundings. Then, what seemed like zombies started appearing in the distance so I ran away as fast as I could. Due to the fog, it was hard for me to see and so I ended up tripping and falling off a cliff. The fall felt like it was going on forever. It was like falling in a deep hole with no end.
I woke up soaked in sweat and looked around me, but I could only move my eyeballs. My whole body seemed to be paralyzed. I could’t get up. My head wouldn’t even rotate. I sensed the presence of something lurking in the corner, next to the door: a black aura. I could hear weird noises. Then I felt like I was being dragged out of my bed. Like someone
was literally grabbing my ankles and pulling me out, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I felt so helpless. Crying out for help wasn’t even possible. My mouth was wide open, but no sound was coming out. It’s like the screams were muffled and stuck inside of me. Somehow I managed to wake up, though. I immediately got out of bed, turned on the lights and looked around. No one was there. I washed my face with cold water and now I can’t bring myself to lay in bed, afraid of sliding right back into that nightmare.