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Sunday night I had a terrifying dream. It started out like just another nonsensical dream, but my dream friends and I wound up in the apartment where I spent my childhood. I lived in that apartment from 2-19 years old. My mom passed when I was 18, so all of my memories of her come from that apartment.

We were in the living, just as it was when I was 17. The phone rang. I picked up the cordless phone (I haven't used a phone like that in years) and there was no dial tone. The ringing was coming from the backroom, my mom's room down the apartment hall.

I walked back to find a skinny man in my moms bed, wearing her wig and dress. A yellow, dim light came out from under him and he started writhing around. Horrified, I started yelling at him for being there. I walked over and took off the wig and then his face became my mom's. At first she was looking up at me sweetly, but then some horrible dread came over me.

She started laughing at me and writhing around crazily. I asked her to stop and started to back away, terrified. The more upset I was, the harder she laughed. I then threw something at her and screamed at her to stop and I thought, "You have to stay dead."

I woke up 10 minutes before my alarm went off at 5:20 am. I woke up my boyfriend and started crying. When the alarm went off I was too afraid to go get it, afraid that it was some sort of subconscious trick to get me back into that room, just like the rining phone. My boyfriend turned the alarm off for me and I wasn't OK until he turned on the lights. I know my real mother would never have done something so terrible to me, but that doesn't take away from the power of this dream.