This is my nightmare …
I’m living at my dad’s house and I’m standing in the kitchen (it’s nighttime), hearing my dad say mean, hateful things about me. As I’m standing there hearing this, my girlfriend Cecil is telling me to go confront him and tell him it’s not okay to say things like that about me. So I do, and he doesn’t seem to care at all.
I go to my room after that to find a weird movie on my TV, so I turn it off. I have an awful feeling of someone watching me through my window; I look out and see no one. Earlier that day, I had given the neighbor boy (who was about five or six) a flashlight because he was going through tough times with his parents and was scared. I told him when he’s afraid, he could shine the light in my window and I’d go get him. So when I was looking out my window, I saw him flash the light at me. As I go out to my front door, my mom shows up out of nowhere, and hands me a light and says, “Let’s go see what’s going on,” and to stay behind her.
As we walk up their driveway, we pass their van. The little boy was hiding in the back seat and put his hand to his mouth to say, “shhh.” I walked passed it, and inside to find both parents bloody with bruises all over their bodies. My mom went straight to the mother as I stood near the door looking at the father’s bloody arms and face. Right after that, I got an overwhelming sense of fear that I had to get outta there, like it was a trap for me, and whatever wanted to get me knew I’d go if the little boy needed me.
As I walked outside, two male figures came from around the house and out of the darkness (these “men” were disfigured, and looked like the people from the movie The Hills Have Eyes). I call out for my mom in a panic; she comes and stands in between me and them, wanting to protect me, as they move in closer. Right before they reach her, I wake up …
It started where it left off. They pushed my mom out of the way, and right then I realized they weren’t trying to hurt her, they wanted me. I turned and ran back to my dad’s. As I approached the door they were right behind me and right before they grabbed ahold of me, I woke up …
It started again with these “men” pushing my mom out of the way and chasing me to my dad’s. This time I couldn’t get in without them pushing the door open. I ran to my room and tried shutting the door. They were close enough to get their hand in the way so I couldn’t get the door closed, I woke up.
Same thing; I ran away and toward my dad’s house. Got inside and into my room, and hid in my closet. They were right behind me and when they did end up reaching me, and cornering me in my closet, right before they put their hands on me, I woke up.
Everything happened the exact same, from beginning to end, except I was standing outside myself, watching (from a short distance) everything happen to me. It was still me they wanted and nothing had changed, but I knew they only wanted to hurt me, and do awful things to me. I still woke up when they reached me in my closet.