Date: 7/29/2019
By pretzeling
I had to write a “scary story” for a class. I used a framing device where a young British teen was telling a tale to his little brother or another younger neighborhood child. Obnoxiously, I typed out all the accents so it was like: “‘Ey li’l bruva, I want ta’ tell ya a story ‘ere.” In the story, a middle aged businessman comes home drunk to his wife and child. He’s being obnoxious and burping frequently. They get into an argument. Somehow things escalate and he ends up killing both. He makes some sort of pact with a demon thing that looks like a giant owl. The kicker at the end of the story is, if you see a pair of headlights coming down the road, you can never be sure if they’re actually headlights... or wether they’re the eyes of the owl with the man riding on top, ready to come for you and EAT YOU! The next part of the dream was me playing a video game where you have to choose an animal to be. You can customize your animal, but the game only gives you a minute or so to choose each option so it’s stressful. I ended up as a turtle, but then I changed it to a rabbit. My character died almost immediately by being caught by a human. The goal of the game is to fight upwards through the “hierarchy” of animals.