Creepy Stranger
Real quick...I don't know WHY I've been cursed with these creepy dreams lately.
I was in a small house. Maybe it was an apartment, but it definitely wasn't a residence that I'm familiar with. I wasn't myself. I was a young brunette girl and I invited my friend, another girl my age (6-7?), to come over to play. We were sitting on a long, black couch, one like we used to have a long time ago when I lived in Colton. We were both wearing little girls' nightgowns. I scrunched my knees up to my stomach and stretched my nightgown over them. That's how most of my pajamas got worn out. We were talking to eachother while sitting on the couch. I began rocking back and forth with my knees still scrunched up like a roley poley. Someone knocked lightly on the door. We both looked over and noticed the front door slowly open to reveal a hairline crack of light and one strange eye, then two. Then a strange nose, followed by a strange mouth, which twisted into a disconcerting smile. The strange lips mouthed the syllables, "Hell" and "Oh." His hand crept through the space where frame met door. He hunched down to our level. His moustache gave him an expression of faux happiness. His shirt was tucked into his pants, his hair was combed over. I opened my mouth--a small intake of air in preparation to scream. His hand covered my mouth. He grabbed me by the legs and threw me to the ground. My friend was crying uncontrollably, immobile, too afraid to run, too afraid to scream. I picked myself up off of the ground, only to realize that there would be no way to compete with a man of his size. He grabbed me by the waist and picked me up off of the floor. I desperately kicked my legs, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. I yelled, "Dad! Dad! Daddy! Help me!" I kept screaming the word "Daddy" over and over, desperately trying to get anyone's attention. I thought that maybe my parents were home, maybe in the adjacent room, and if I could yell loud enough, my dad would come rescue me. The man held my legs together so that I couldn't kick them any longer. All the while, he kept smiling with this nasty looking grin, telling me that I would be okay and that he wouldn't hurt me, saying "Shhh" while stroking my hair in mock consolation. He taped my legs together and then my arms and then my mouth. The only things visible were a strange pair of eyes, a strange nose, a strange mouth--a disconcerting smile partially hidden under a strange moustache.
This was weird...Then the scene flashed to an image of a fishtank with three gutted fish in it.
Meh. Meh. Meh.
-Jenna
I was in a small house. Maybe it was an apartment, but it definitely wasn't a residence that I'm familiar with. I wasn't myself. I was a young brunette girl and I invited my friend, another girl my age (6-7?), to come over to play. We were sitting on a long, black couch, one like we used to have a long time ago when I lived in Colton. We were both wearing little girls' nightgowns. I scrunched my knees up to my stomach and stretched my nightgown over them. That's how most of my pajamas got worn out. We were talking to eachother while sitting on the couch. I began rocking back and forth with my knees still scrunched up like a roley poley. Someone knocked lightly on the door. We both looked over and noticed the front door slowly open to reveal a hairline crack of light and one strange eye, then two. Then a strange nose, followed by a strange mouth, which twisted into a disconcerting smile. The strange lips mouthed the syllables, "Hell" and "Oh." His hand crept through the space where frame met door. He hunched down to our level. His moustache gave him an expression of faux happiness. His shirt was tucked into his pants, his hair was combed over. I opened my mouth--a small intake of air in preparation to scream. His hand covered my mouth. He grabbed me by the legs and threw me to the ground. My friend was crying uncontrollably, immobile, too afraid to run, too afraid to scream. I picked myself up off of the ground, only to realize that there would be no way to compete with a man of his size. He grabbed me by the waist and picked me up off of the floor. I desperately kicked my legs, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. I yelled, "Dad! Dad! Daddy! Help me!" I kept screaming the word "Daddy" over and over, desperately trying to get anyone's attention. I thought that maybe my parents were home, maybe in the adjacent room, and if I could yell loud enough, my dad would come rescue me. The man held my legs together so that I couldn't kick them any longer. All the while, he kept smiling with this nasty looking grin, telling me that I would be okay and that he wouldn't hurt me, saying "Shhh" while stroking my hair in mock consolation. He taped my legs together and then my arms and then my mouth. The only things visible were a strange pair of eyes, a strange nose, a strange mouth--a disconcerting smile partially hidden under a strange moustache.
This was weird...Then the scene flashed to an image of a fishtank with three gutted fish in it.
Meh. Meh. Meh.
-Jenna