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10/09/11(Sun)08:16 No.112884153When
I was a kid, around 8 I think, I had this one fucking horrifying dream
that I still remember vividly. At the time, I had a fear of going
downstairs at night, even with the lights on, and was scared of the
dark. Now, my staircase turns at a right angle, and on the turn is a
step larger than the rest. In the dream, a butterfly used to fly around
this step at night time, and for some reason I knew this happened in
every house, and every kid knew not to touch the butterfly. One day I
decide to end this stupid fear of touching the butterfly, so I went down
to the big step and just sat there. The light upstairs was on, but all
the lights downstairs were off. So I'm sat there, terrified because I
can't see anything downstairs but it can see me. I know something's
there because I can hear this raspy breathing coming from the bottom of
the stairs. Eventually I just grab the butterfly and am pulled to the
bottom of the stairs. There, I can sort of see the thing that's hiding.
It's kinda square in shape, but had no depth to it. The closest thing I
can liken it to is a sealed envelope. I couldn't actually see the thing,
just sort of an outline (Think Predator when it's invisible), but I
just launch myself at it out of pure terror, and start punching the shit
out of it. Somehow, during this punching, the environment becomes a
desert, and as I stop punching this thing, I look around and there's
this huge crowd of people just looking at me. Completely silent. Then
this one kid walks up to me, bends down right next to my ear and
whispers "Shouldn't have done that". Then the sky fucking tears open and
this unearthly light starts pouring out, and this huge creature that
would put Lovecraft to shame starts crawling out, and I wake up. Sleep
paralysis. This creature is stood at the foot of my bed, and starts
tearing my fucking throat out. Eventually I manage to scream and my
parents run in, but I couldn't say anything to them, just sat shaking
and staring at the wall. |