I have very vivid dreams. Some of them have a location that is the same, some have a story that is the same, some even continue over several nights like reading an novel.
Either way, I have decided to write them down. Here is one I wrote down in 2008. I don’t remember why, but I wrote it in third person. Note: This was written before I was educated on and using the pronouns I use today
Content Warning: Horror type themes.
There was once a Girl who had a dream of a mansion that could fit in a thin alleyway, the walls long, the inside an illusion to the truth. The walls were maroon and the furniture was cream cushions with red wood and golden décor. The house felt like fire and evil from the moment She entered.
Don't wake the sleeping countess, she will eat your organs for breakfast and drink your blood as a midnight treat. Your soul her pet forevermore. The countess radiated a sense of false innocence with her pale face and white clothes that easily turned to grey when her foulness overtook a room. Her vile nature was thick enough for the human eye to experience.
Yet, a mission is set on the Girl to search the house for…something. The Girl does not know what she needs to find...She will be able to Feel it though. The room with a mirror with decadent gold and a shiny table littered with jewels and makeup used to mask the foul evil of the countess. A false sense of beauty. The drawers need to be searched.
A music box, with a tiny jeweled bird, the world feels like liquid sunlight when it plays within this dark place. The birds song is the most beautiful thing ever created. A song of perfection, a feeling of warm, calm, and contentment. A song one can feel the minute the notes vibrate off your skin...The bird's song awakened the countess, and now it is time to run, run through all the rooms.
The more the Girl tries to reach the door, the farther away it seems. There surely were not this many rooms when She first entered. The countess screeches, a sound more horrible then death itself, and black drips from her skin, a misty yet liquid substance that starts to cover the entire house, racing along the walls. The Girl clutches the box close and tells Herself to keep running as the black substance on the walls reaches to consume Her, trapping Her inside the house. She will stop it from getting the box, as long as the box escapes, as long as She makes it to the door. She grabs a lit candle to ward off the darkness…She turns around, finding Herself faced with the very soul of the countess. Broken Pasts bring New Songs.
The Girl awakens from her sleep.
(2008)
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