this hasn't happened for a while but I still have my questions...
So, this is gonna be a little long. When I was around 5 or 6 years old, I had a dream where I was sleeping in the attic of my old house. I woke up in that dream and felt chills, also had the urge to go and look out the attic window that was placed in the center of the wall. So I went and opened the window, pushed it up, and leaned forward with my head sticking out. Immediately surrounding my house was a barren cornfield, and beyond that a ring of trees. Probably about 200 meters to the left of my house was a neighbor's house, all black, just like the rest of my surroundings. The sky was blood red, but I can't remember if the stars were that icky Crayola yellow color or pitch black as well.
Looking to the left at my neighbor's house I saw what looked like a girl perched on the very end of their roof, hunched over so that her hands were between her feet as she rested there. I watched as she craned her neck and howled, but it didn't sound like any ordinary howl—it sounded like an Aztec death whistle (weird thing is, one thing that remains crystal clear in my memory is that, before that dream, I had never heard of an Aztec death whistle or the sounds it could make). Then, she whipped her head in my direction, her figure also pitch black, and I reeled back and slammed the window shut. I had grabbed a few knives from one of the dressers in my room and inched myself toward my bedroom door while still facing the window, which was directly across the room from the door. I managed to reach the knob, twist it, and speed into the hallway when my blind, deaf, and mute sister (I don't have a sister) was coming up the stairs to check up on me (the only thing in this dream that's the same as in real life is the outside structure of the house and the one portion of the attic room where the window is; everything else is different). Out of terror, I threw the knives at her without realizing right then that it was my sister instead of the girl...gory details aside, I killed her and heard her scream (which is odd since she was mute).
Another dream I had in particular a few years later had the same ghost girl. I "woke up" in the dream in a standing position, facing a beach with a lake so large you couldn't see land on the horizon. The sky was cloudy and gray, and directly ahead of me on this beach stood a house shaped like a square with a regular roof on top. The white paint on the outside was chipping especially toward the bottom of the house, which looked like a couple hightides managed to reach, flood, and ultimately rot. The same ghost girl from the first dream was standing to the left of the house and pointing at its front door, but instead of being pitch black I could see her wearing a nightgown while her hair was still black and covering her face (before anyone says I probably watched that one ring movie and saw her in my dream, no. This girl in my dreams is taller than my dad while hunched over). When I reached the front door and looked left, she was gone. I went inside the house and noticed the once beautiful dark green wallpaper that was now peeling off the walls due to flooding, and multiple chunks of wood from the floor had been scattered about.
The two separate staircases at one end of the room that both went up to the same indoor balcony were also rotting and nearly falling apart, but one was in better condition than the other, so I used that one to reach the balcony. This was where all the doors were lined up along the walls, but one all the way to the left caught my interest. When I opened this door I saw a stairwell made out of dark wood, and I climbed it till I reached a small space with just enough room to stand in front of another door. Upon opening this door I saw only the right wall of the room which was lined with a couple dressers and a plethora of stuffed animals on top; directly ahead of me was a window that showed the gray sky and seemingly endless lake.
As I stepped into the room and started looking to the left, I saw a queen-sized canopy bed with pink blankets, but...on the wall just to the left of that bed were streaks of blood that first started as one or two crimson handprints. I don't remember there being blood on the floor, but the streaks on the wall led me to the closet with its which was tucked just to the right of the bedroom door. An awful odor wafted from the slide doors of the closet while a pool of blood seeped from below. Trying my best to prepare for whatever was inside, I slid the doors open and was greeted with multiple severed body parts. Just like in the first dream, I inched backward in fear and made my way toward the door, but this time I saw a smaller version of the girl in the bedroom door. I could also see her face, but her eyes and mouth were stitched shut while she tried to tell me something. To this day I feel bad for the way I bolted for the window and burst through it, plummeting toward the water. Upon falling through the waves of the lake, the ground below seemed to utterly vanish while I was surrounded by bodies.
Then I had a few more dreams. One was about a vampire-ridden private academy where the same ghost girl hunted me down to the literal grave with an axe. Another dream was about my old house's basement serving as a mental facility where both the ghost girl and I were strapped down to some cots and she broke free and tore into my chest. Yet another dream was about a house where the rooms inside would switch around like a Rubik's cube, and I saw her in a yellow kitchen. Then one more dream (among many more) didn't show her, but my family and I were looking at houses for sale and a room that once belonged to a girl (the people selling the house said their daughter died and they didn't want to remove her belongings from the room so they just covered a lot of it with sheets) gave me the same exact feeling I would get from the ghost girl.
Now here's where things take an extremely eerie twist. It had been a while since I had these dreams about the girl, and life was pretty decent. One night, just as I was about to fall asleep, I was jolted wide awake with the feeling of sheer terror. I could literally feel a presence gathering in the space between the foot of my bed and my mirror that gave off unmistakable murderous vibes. It was one of those things where, as I laid there, there was zero doubt that not only was this the girl I had seen in my dreams but, in the waking world, the feeling was amplified and I could tell that this girl wasn't desperate to kill, but also not obligated to kill. It was almost like she was created to do so, but she did find pleasure(?) in it. You might think this is sleep paralysis, and I don't blame you, but here's the thing—I managed to move my hand to my forehead while hiding under my blanket and willed myself to sleep.
The next night a large shadow jumped out at me at the end of my hallway, but when I looked there was nothing. Then I literally saw her standing in the corner of a room, smiling at me, and I proceeded to walk away as if my feet had a mind of their own. I tried to do some research on whoever this person was, but the longer I looked for answers, the slower my internet connection became—every other wi-fi-reliant device in the home operated just fine besides my own. That night I took the picture, tore it in half, and burned one half and left the other to burn the next day, hoping that I had burned the half that had her face. Next morning I woke up nauseous and realized later that I still needed to burn the one portion of the picture I had left. Unfortunately for my eyes, I bent over and looked under the bed to see the very half of the picture I was desperately hoping I had burned.
Only once or twice after that day did I have a dream of a creature similar to her, and I keep getting the subtle feeling she'll be back again, and I need answers. What even is this creature? She easily stands at 6'2 or more hunched over. Her hands and feet, when I saw her irl, were coated in ashes while her nightgown (which only reached between her thighs or calves since it was so small on her) had gray splotches on it. I saw her face, too, and her nose looked like it had been cut off. Her eyelids looked as though they were burned off, and her lips were nowhere to be seen. She had razor sharp teeth that, when she smiled, revealed a pitch black space behind them.
One dream I had revealed a whole bunch of the same girl in the basement of a mansion. I also shared this dream with a friend (we were literally in the same dream the same night, but I can cover details on that later on I think). So I'm kind of scared...I may have "taken care" of one girl, but if that dream reveals multiple, couldn't there be more? I don't even know what I could have done at 5-6 years old to trigger a giant ghost girl with the howl of an Aztec death whistle. Answers are greatly welcomed.
P.S: I've also had a couple experiences besides this.
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