Supernatural part 2

Date: 12/11/2018

So this one takes place in my neighborhood. I live in a townhouse, connected to a bunch of more townhouses. I’m 13 So, a bit of back story. The angels and demons are still fighting, and when they launched some power at each other, it landed on our neighbor hood. Half of the people turned into porcelain glass dolls. There loved ones, could drag them around, but could do nothing to help. Another touch, was that the people couldn’t look directly into the eyes of the person. It will turn them to stone. But they could look at there whole face. The people were in a trance of staring off and doing nothing, a state of depression. I’m a a porcelain doll too, but somethings different. People only see a porcelain doll, but I’m fully aware of what I am. I can move to, but my movements are stiff. When I start to move, people don’t see me move. So the dream starts off where I’m on a bus. It’s white, and few people are on it. Mostly people with dolls. The bus stops, and I get out, in stiff, slow movements. I walk up the hill, and I go into my dads car to get my charger. I sat in the back seat and I see a car next to me. It’s deans car, and he’s sitting in it loading a gun. Immediately, I duck down so he doesn’t see me. He gets out his car, and turns the corner walking to my house. Panicked, I open the door, and stiffly run after him. I see him, and the doors already kicked down, and he has a gun pointed inside my house. I look up at him, hoping he can see me, hoping he’ll notice me. I shout “Hey! What are you doing?!” He looks up at me and mumbles a small ‘son of a bitch’ “You live here?” He says, pointing his gun at the house. “You can see me?” I say shocked. “Why the hell wouldn’t I be able to see you?” Dean says, and some realization comes to his face. “Oh, uh, no reason.” I say quickly. “Well, my brother was wrong. He thought this place was empty. Sorry about the whole-“ he waves his hands at the kicked open door. “Thing here.” He finishes. I nod slowly, and he starts to to walk to his car. I didn’t want him to leave. He was the only one who could see me. “Wait!” I say, frantically, and he turned around. I stutter and make up an excuse. “My house is haunted. I need help.” I say desperately. He looks at me suspiciously, and nods slowly. “Okay... ghost or demon?” He says, grabbing something from his pocket. “Ghost. It’s definitely a ghost. I’ve felt a few cold spots.” I say confidently. “Can you come inside and see? I can tell you more in there.” I say, and he sighs, and nods. He goes in first, making sure nothings going to kill us. He signals me to go inside, and I stiffly walk and go in front of him. I can feel him giving me a confused look, but I shake it off. The living room has a staticy blue light to it, and a faint tv going on in the background. There is a super small TV in the living room, with static everywhere, and my two dads are sitting two inches away from the screen, there eyes looking dead. I casually step over them and Dean makes a confused face. As if reading his mind, I say, “Those are my dads. Gary and Abel. Don’t bother talking to them, it’s like there brain dead.” Dean makes a face but covers it up fast. I lead his to a corner in the living room, and he sits on the floor. I slowley start to sit down, in a robotic style. It takes about a minute. I finally sit down and look at him. None of us say anything. I look at him, then look to the ground, not to wanting him to turn to stone. He studies my face, gives a weird small chuckle thing, and takes a deep breath in. “Your house isn’t being haunted, is it?” I bit my lip and look down. I give a small head shake ‘no’. “Figures. People who’s houses are haunted are usually talking there asses off by now.” He reajusts himself and gets comfortable. “So, what the hell is up with this town?” “Something hit us. I don’t know what. I don’t know if it’s angels or demons of both, but this beaming light came out of the sky, and out of the ground, and everything went white and black. Half the town turned into porcelain dolls. They don’t walk or talk or move. If you look straight into their eyes, your eyes will turn to stone. Everyone who has a loved one that turned into a porcelain doll, became into this brain dead state. There depressed, and all they do, is carry around the dolls. Try to live there lives depressed.” Dean sat, taking it all in. “But, what about-“ “Me?” I say and he nods his head. “I don’t know what happend. I’m like a mix of both. I can talk and move, but I’m stiff. You can’t look into my eyes either. And no one knows I’m alive. When I move, all they see is where I was before I was moving. Then when I stop moving, I reappear where I currently am.” Dean gives me a sad look that turns into a look of seriousness when he hears people talking. I silence him, and my dads drag there feet over to me. They mumble a few things, and they each grab my arm, and lift me up. I’m in the middle of the now, as they drag me toward a room. All of a sudden, a light flashes, and I step backwards, and my dads are still carrying ‘me’ to the bedroom. It’s like a clone of me. I turn to dean, and say, “see?” His jaw sets, and sighs. “We need to fix this. I have a little dude on the inside of heaven that can help us out.” Before I know it, dean and I are on the bus, telling each-other our life story. I told him a funny joke, and he and I burst out laughing. He put his arm around my shoulder, and looked at me, and I looked at him, my smile widening. He looked at him and then turned his head, and I did the same. He let out a small groan, and swayed a bit. He looked straight in front of him and let out a small word. “Oh god...” He looked straight into my eyes. And then I woke up.