The light from the basement
I can remember many nightmares from my childhood, but the scarest ones were dreams that included a witch that lived in the basement...
I don't remember when these dreams started, but I was probably about 5 or 6 years old at the time. And I think I was about 10 when I had the last one. It all started in a dream when I passed the stairs to the basement. I noticed a light on the wall, and stopped to see who came up from the basement. I didn't notice before the creature was a few ft infront of me, this was a witch, and not someone I knew... I ran into my room, slammed the door and hid under the covers...
I woke up terrified that night, sat up in the bed, trying to shout to my parents... But I couldn't make a sound, and it was quite dark in the room, so I didn't dare to move out of the bed. I saw the door in my room open up, and the witch entered my room. She walked slowly towards me, with a wicked laugh and smile.. I tried to get myself under the cover, but was too afraid to move. When she grabbed me to take me away, I finally got enough control of myself to fight back, and shout... I heard some steps from the hall, and the witch faded out as the lights was turned on...
This witch followed me in many dreams for a long time... Many good dreams, turned into nightmares where the witch chased me, and tried to get me down into the basement...
When I was about 10 years old, I finally managed to kill the witch... I somehow set her on fire, but I don t remember anymore
I'm now 22 years old, and I remember that first nightmare as if it was something that happened yesterday. I've had nightmares after that, but no one that has scared me as much as that one. I still feel a bit tense when I pass the basement stairs, hoping that I won't see the candlelight again..
thousands of emotions in 1 nightmare
i was in my back garden on a giant trampoline (even though we don't HAVE a giant trampoline) and my sister had a chainsaw and was tryin to kill me! (nothin different there then). so i got off the trampoline, tried to run off but i couldn't run! i just kept goin like 2 feet and tripping up. so i eventually got out side (sister still chasing me) and all the cars were covered with loads of learner stickers. you know where this is goin now. i ran (sorta ran) past one of the cars, the car pulled out, ran me over, and broke my arms and legs. then my sister came along and cut me to bits. the scary thing is i was alive through the whole cutting up bit so after she walked of i was just a head rolling about on the floor.
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