Guys, I seriously had the worst night terror I've had in quite some time. My mother woke me up and I immediately started crying.
Okay. I had just moved in to a new place, the attic of some of some old house. Furniture was strewn everywhere but for the most part it was an empty, hollow shell of wood beams and that musty attic smell.
I'm sweeping the floor when I hear this little boy crying. I turn around and it's a little boy maybe 6 yrs old hiding behind my dresser thats not even positioned correctly. I go to talk to him and he stands abruptly and looks at me. He is pale as a ghost, paler if you can get there, and has deep dark rings around his eyes like he hasn't slept since his birth. Before I can ask him who he is and what hes doing there, he looks at me and says, "Kate. You have to listen to me." He looks around all panicky like something else worse might be coming. "I am the son of the fifth Horseman. And I want to protect you from what is coming."
And barrelling around this corner comes this skeleton, distinctly female, screaming in a horrible high pitched tone like the Dark Riders from Lord of the Rings. She's dressed in what appears to be a burgundy formal gown, deep red velvet, but it's nothing but tatters anymore. She has no eyes, no hair, nothing, she's just a clothed skull. And she's hurling herself towards me almost like shes flying. I don't know how, but I make it out alive.
The next day I see BB, Billiebillie, who in my dream is very educated in the occult. And I run to her for help. What to do? Where to go? How to solve this? What she is? Why she's after me? Why is the son of the fifth horseman helping me?
All these questions.
She tries to help, but she really has no idea when it comes to that powerful of an entity.
So, I go home again. And am too scared to sleep, so I turn all my lights on. Or try too.
I have like five lights in that attic room, and only two will turn on. My bedside light and my nightlight which is tiny as hell.
My family comes into my room to try and figure out whats wrong.
They go up into the upper attic, where I know Lady Death is hiding. I'm petrified for them, but I'm not about to say anything so I don't sound crazy. Nothing happens to them and my father hacks it up to bad circuitry in the old house.
They leave my room. And I hear the most evil female cackle I have ever heard in my life.
The little boy is next to my bed, his hands on top of the sheets where my leg is. He's gripping it tight, because he's scared. All I know, is I grab him, hold him in my arms as tight as I can and sob as Lady Death comes tearing down the upstairs attic stairs and into my room.
Then..........
My mother wakes me up for real from this dream.
I immediately started crying.
I've had bad dreams. Bad night terrors, but... nothing like this.
I had no control, or any understanding of what was going on.
I need to go back to sleep, but I'm scared too.
I can hear that empty cackle in the back of my head.
Someone please.... come snuggle me? And tell me everything will be okay?
Okay. I had just moved in to a new place, the attic of some of some old house. Furniture was strewn everywhere but for the most part it was an empty, hollow shell of wood beams and that musty attic smell.
I'm sweeping the floor when I hear this little boy crying. I turn around and it's a little boy maybe 6 yrs old hiding behind my dresser thats not even positioned correctly. I go to talk to him and he stands abruptly and looks at me. He is pale as a ghost, paler if you can get there, and has deep dark rings around his eyes like he hasn't slept since his birth. Before I can ask him who he is and what hes doing there, he looks at me and says, "Kate. You have to listen to me." He looks around all panicky like something else worse might be coming. "I am the son of the fifth Horseman. And I want to protect you from what is coming."
And barrelling around this corner comes this skeleton, distinctly female, screaming in a horrible high pitched tone like the Dark Riders from Lord of the Rings. She's dressed in what appears to be a burgundy formal gown, deep red velvet, but it's nothing but tatters anymore. She has no eyes, no hair, nothing, she's just a clothed skull. And she's hurling herself towards me almost like shes flying. I don't know how, but I make it out alive.
The next day I see BB, Billiebillie, who in my dream is very educated in the occult. And I run to her for help. What to do? Where to go? How to solve this? What she is? Why she's after me? Why is the son of the fifth horseman helping me?
All these questions.
She tries to help, but she really has no idea when it comes to that powerful of an entity.
So, I go home again. And am too scared to sleep, so I turn all my lights on. Or try too.
I have like five lights in that attic room, and only two will turn on. My bedside light and my nightlight which is tiny as hell.
My family comes into my room to try and figure out whats wrong.
They go up into the upper attic, where I know Lady Death is hiding. I'm petrified for them, but I'm not about to say anything so I don't sound crazy. Nothing happens to them and my father hacks it up to bad circuitry in the old house.
They leave my room. And I hear the most evil female cackle I have ever heard in my life.
The little boy is next to my bed, his hands on top of the sheets where my leg is. He's gripping it tight, because he's scared. All I know, is I grab him, hold him in my arms as tight as I can and sob as Lady Death comes tearing down the upstairs attic stairs and into my room.
Then..........
My mother wakes me up for real from this dream.
I immediately started crying.
I've had bad dreams. Bad night terrors, but... nothing like this.
I had no control, or any understanding of what was going on.
I need to go back to sleep, but I'm scared too.
I can hear that empty cackle in the back of my head.
Someone please.... come snuggle me? And tell me everything will be okay?
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