Turquoise Dreams

This was a few days ago, I forgot to type it down, but it seems resurfacing.

It's at night. I walk into a house. I walk fast through a room. I need to get to the other side of the house to pick up what in my mind looks like my work bag. All the rooms are illuminated, but as I'm going without stopping, I'm turning on all the light switches. Lights turn on. I'm scared. I know I can't let that be known, or that scary thing will know that I know and it will show itself. I walk through 4-5 rooms in a straight line. When I get to my bag in the back of the last room, I realize now I have to make the same trek back and I'm struggling not to run and scream in fear. I'm kicking myself why I even went there, why I didn't prepare my bag at the front door, why I waited till night time to go get it, why I even agreed to go and get it. Why didn't I just said no.

I get out and my mom, who was waiting in a car is already coming towards me. Looking for me, because I took longer than she thought I would. When she see me coming, she turns and I'm following to the car. But it's harder and harder for me to walk, as if invisible force was drawing me back to the house. I reach my arm and cry for her help to grab it and help pulling me forward. I was so scared.