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Spooky All Year

25 Wednesday Nov 2015

Posted by Kathleen Palm in Spooky All Year, Thoughts

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creepy, dreams, horror, nightmares, old building, Spooky All Year

Time for…

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Inspired by Faith McKay and The Midnight Society! When we celebrate the fact that scary isn’t only for October.

For today I want to share with you my most recent dream…some might call it a nightmare, but I thought it was pretty cool.

For choreography sake… in my crazy, mixed-up dream-world there’s a wall with stairs going up on both sides with a door at the top… so you can go up one side, through a door and down the other side. There’s a door at the bottom of one staircase and another in the wall to connect the rooms. Make sense? It made perfect sense to dream-me.

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And now… enter the weirdness that is my mind…

 

Eerie green light bathed the room. A crumbling, rotting room… where? I have no idea, but it’s a decrepit building…huge, empty, and dark. I’m descending stairs, my feet crunching on grit and debris. I go through a door and peer through another opening on my left. A green light flashes. There’s someone in the building with me.

The dark figure crosses the room and I duck out of sight. Who is it? I don’t know. The way he stalks across the room, that light shining into the dark corners, makes my stomach knot. Dressed all in black, his face hidden, the figure closes on the door and I hold my breath. Should I go back up the stairs? Should I run? I press my back against the wall and wait, staring at the dark opening, waiting for that terrible green light to announce his coming.

But the light never appears. The creak of his weight on the steps in the other room creeps through the shadows. I glance up the stairs, at the door the figure will soon come through.

He’ll see me…

…if I stay here…

                                                     …he’ll see me…

And I don’t know who he is or what he wants, but I don’t want him to see me.

I’ll wait. I’ll stay as still as possible. When he crosses the threshold, I’ll run into the other room. I’ll get away. A flash of green light shines through the opening at the top of the stairs, invading my space.

He’s coming.

I inch towards the door, my escape, but dirt and rubble crunch under my feet. Too loud.

I stop.

Hold my breath.

He’ll hear me.

Then he’ll find me.

I can’t let him find me.

Silence closes around me. Did he hear me? Does he know I’m here? Is he waiting, listening? What if he’s coming down the stairs… unseen, unheard?

Moving as slowly as possible I pick up my foot. I need to get to the door. I need to get away. The decaying bits of the building shuffle and scrape at my movements, but maybe the sound is louder to me, maybe it’s only a rat to the green-light man.

As I move to peer around the door, light catches my eye. He’s coming through the door at the top of the stairs.

I’ll have to move… soon.

 

Then I woke up…

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I hope dream-me got away. I hope that wasn’t Freddy Krueger…nah, he’s got knife fingers not some green light. Probably just some random serial killer. I’ll blame the fact that my friends at The Midnight Society introduced me to slasher films and books… THANKS GUYS! You’re the best.

Odd how in dreams, everything makes sense. But after waking, I curled my arm around my pillow and wondered why anyone would design a building like that with stairs that made no sense. I wondered why I felt threatened by this figure, who never said a word. I wondered why so many times I know the places in my dreams, even if they look different, I see them as my house or somewhere familiar. But not that building.

I’ve had a few dreams that seriously disturbed me. This one wasn’t the worst, but I’ll remember it, maybe forever.

And I love those dreams, the ones that stick in my head, the ones that send my brain spinning with fear and visions of what might be.

Happy #SpookyAllYear!

#EverydayIsHalloween… Terror Tuesday

21 Tuesday Oct 2014

Posted by Kathleen Palm in Just for fun, writing

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#EverydayIsHalloween, creepy, nightmares, something haunting, story

Hello.

Welcome back to the world of me.

RUN WHILE YOU CAN!

Just kidding. No one has ever been harmed here in the land of #EverydayIsHalloween creepiness.

Not yet.

The inspirational word (or phrase, I guess) of the day is ‘something haunting’. My brain immediately cringed. For there is something that haunts me. Years ago, I had a nightmare that completely terrified me. So I’ll see if I can work that into a bit of fiction.

Mirror

The light above the mirror flickers. I glance up at the grimy florescent tube. “Just let me fix my makeup before you fizzle out.”

A toilet flushes. A rusty stall door creaks open and a tall, curvy woman steps out, wiggling her short red dress back into place.

“Seriously, Miranda,” I say. “Why do we keep coming to this bar? It’s a pit.”

Miranda washes her hands as she inspects her face and hair. “Where else are we gonna go, Suzy?” She flashes me a grin and heads out the door.

The pounding rhythm of the music seeps through the opening. Clinking glasses and loud chatter fill the dingy bathroom until the heavy steel slab closes, muting the sounds of drunk and disorderly.

I stare at my reflection, my palms pressing against the stained sink. My red lips frown. “Why do we come here?” The answer is easy. Because here is all we deserve.

With a insistent buzz, the light flashes. Mirror-me grins, hazel eyes flashing.

Grin? But I didn’t … .

Gasping, I push away. My other self does the same. I chuckle in relief. Only a trick of the light. Shoving my compact in my purse, I head for the door, but pause, glancing over my shoulder at the mirror. My reflection twists, facing me head on and lowers her chin, a haunted image dripping with loathing.

I squeeze my eyes shut, panic and fear twisting like knives in my mind. “I didn’t see that,” I mutter then open my eyes.

The light dims then blazes to life. My reflection suddenly shifts forward, her hands pressing to the glass. Her eyes flare with hate. I stumble back, slamming into a stall door.

Her breath fogs the mirror. Her finger moves across the glass. Squeak. She forms letters in the mist. Squeak.

My knees wobble as I read the message.

I will kill you.

The light flashes before going out completely. Darkness consumes me. Cold closes on my throat.

A whisper creeps through the black. “You don’t deserve your life.”

I scream.

End

Yes. I had a dream where mirror-me threatened my life. I woke up and couldn’t breathe, fumbling for the light switch. Then I really woke up. Calm. It was quiet, except for hub’s snores. I had a bit of trouble getting back to sleep.

Sleep tight tonight, kiddies! Pleasant dreams.

 

 

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