Literally Terrifying

Date: 5/4/2020

It began with a junior musical production that was being put on, and my mom set up a gig for me to do the pre-show photography of the kids. I remember learning about the gig right after school was over, and I had to practically run to my dorm room to get ready on time. I was living in New York City and it was nighttime, so my family and I walked to this little, homey apartment to take pictures of the kids. They were probably in elementary school and did some dance moves for us. I also had them hold up programs with their faces on them. The director of the production acted like she didn’t want me to be there in her apartment, and I got upset because my mom was being controlling and trying to run everything by telling me what to do. Afterward, we watched the production, and my friend Elizabeth was in it except she was African American in the dream and really beautiful dancer. I remember asking myself if she was always African American because it felt wrong. I don’t remember exactly what happened after that, but I do remember going to the store to get acne medication. The store was a small room in this building with makeup supplies. I was looking around before asking the cashier for my medication because there was a long line. This lady came up to me and asked what I was looking for. She was clearly a customer and elderly, but she started saying “I bet you’re looking for something like this,” as she pushed me around. She decided she was going to buy me a tube of lipstick. We got in line and my grandma was there. The lady showed my grandma the lipstick and they both fell in love with the color, practically oohing and ahhing about it. I decided to just go along with them. This is where the dream gets dark. I was in this hotel with some of my friends from school. Word was going around that this man was killing people in our area relentlessly, and my friends said they found his hideout in the hotel. We made our way there, intending to stop him. They said he was living in one of the apartments. We opened the door and inside the apartment were more apartments, like a suite, and we looked around a little. Everything was bright white with almost no furniture. We heard the man coming and panicked. We found bathroom stalls in his apartment and hide in them. However, he came right away dragging bodies. He started eating them and pulling them apart. I was hugging my friend, desperately afraid as we tried to stay silent, but the man attacked all my other friends. The man was taller than the stall doors, and he looked like a mix between a demon from Death Note and the Phantom Troupe leader from Hunter X Hunter. He was tall and pale, wearing all black, with messy and long dark black hair. His face always had this creepy smile and it was unusually large as well as his wide black eyes that never blinked. He looked right at us over the stall door before going for our friends, and we decided to break through the ceiling. We crawled through the air vents, but he started to chase us. I could feel that he had no mercy whatsoever. He did not care for anything, and only desired to kill or play with people. Either he let us go or we must have escaped, because during the next part of the dream I was in my house with my dad and sister. I was still really freaked out because the man was on the loose. I asked my family if we could watch the Wizard of Oz that was airing at 9pm, but it wasn’t exactly 9:00 yet, so my dad put on Paranormal Witness which made me feel worse because I wanted to watch something relaxing. Something inside of me knew the man was going to come. He wanted to hurt me. My sister and I were in the other room when my dad gasped, and we could see a look of pure horror on his face as we heard footsteps approach him. My dad called for help, yelling “Girls!” before the man began to strangle him. I approached the man and stabbed him in the back with a knife, and he fell back into a chair as my dad stood up. My dad got his own knife and instructed me to stab the man more. I did lightly out of fear, just kind of cutting through the surface of skin, but then my dad showed me how to stab him harder. I stabbed him harder and plunged the knife into the man until only the handle of the knife stuck out, blood pouring out of his leg. I started stabbing his face that just stared at me. Something felt wrong though. Not only was I terrified of making the man mad, but I didn’t believe he could die this easily. Even though he laid motionless, staring at me as I stabbed him, I thought at any moment he would grab me and stop me. I felt like he wasn’t dead. As we stabbed, he turned into styrofoam. I held up the styrofoam pieces of his body after we had completely chopped it up, telling my dad that we’d been tricked, but my dad didn’t believe me. I could feel that the man was definitely going to be back. I was suddenly watching a flashback sequence as my dad told me a story. I learned that my dad had gone to a wedding where the man showed up and made his first appearance as a murderer. My dad tried to fight the man during the attack on the wedding. I could see my dad running up to the man and shoving him as people ran around screaming. The man shoved my dad at a window, breaking it, and stood over my dad as people in the city streets began to panic, watching the man standing in the window. For some reason, he left my dad alone and began terrorizing other parts of the city, but now the man was really going to come after my family because he had a score to settle with both me and my father. That’s when I woke up, paralyzed to my bed in fear that the man would indeed come back to hurt me and my family. Nightmares usually don’t get to me, but this one did. I just laid in bed looking around the room for the man, and I wondered if this meant I was going to hell. Anyway, you won’t find me being ungrateful for my life for a long time after this experience.