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Hobbies, Stories

Dream Stories: Haunted Cabin Part 3

Sirua

I’m starting a short story series inspired by dreams I have had in the past. A lot of it consist of assumptions of the way the dreams were carried. Stories are vague since there’s no true beginning or end. Some characters have no name and barely any dialogue. Also some of parts of the stories are meant for an older audience since sexual situations are depicted at times. I’ll rate them an M as I go if they are of adult nature. Let me know what y’all think. Thank you! Hope you enjoy part 3!

I felt myself fading. The screams and the horrifying smile. Stomach churning and I felt defeated. Why? Why did this thing want me?

“Vade retro satana!”

He walked in and I fell to my knees. The pale face monster gone. Rushing over he brought me into his arms. He was sweating and almost trembling. Asking if I was okay. I sobbed into his shoulders and he was able to gather me up to the chair again. I asked him over and over again what was that. He looked me over and he shook his head.

“It’s worse than I thought. The darkness in this town. It’s hopeless. Not even I can defeat it this way. We have to leave before we are trapped forever and forgotten.”

I didn’t understand as he continued to explain the demon figures. The spells, exorcisms, and weird phenomenon of people around getting sick, dying or going into a state of shock. The cabin was his family’s cabin passed down generations and the journals of an ancestor who killed himself to contain the darkness. The cabin and its grounds were once considered the safest place to be in but the demons could draw people out to their deaths at night. Those who have been killed were forgotten by those who weren’t near by to witness their horrific deaths or those with an affinity for magic. He believe I had the potential to be a witch as my father came from a lineage of powerful witches. I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn’t be a witch. He continued saying my father had forgotten his true roots since his family was wiped out investigating but they were a powerful line of witches and due to how much they’ve forgotten the line had weakened with marriages outside the coven. I blinked and tries to process everything. His face so serious and handsome with the light of the fire dancing on his face. How could I believe him…and yet how could I not believe after all the weird happenings in the cabin?

He made me a cup of tea and made sure I was comfortable. I thanked him for saving my life. He smiled for the first time and brushed the hair out of my face.

“I am not letting you out of my sight now”

His voice settled my nerves and he left to answer the ringing phone. I sipped on my tea struggling between wanting to leave and yet staying with him. He came back saying that my parents had to stay at a hotel because of a storm coming and advised us to stay. Panic set in. We couldn’t stay in this cabin. Not with what was out there. He assured me the cabin was safe. Anything outside of it was worse and they were more attracted to those with affinity than normal people or outsiders. “I will protect you at all cost. I won’t lose anyone else ever again”

I wanted to shower. He promised to wait outside the door. I did my best to calm down in the shower. Things were messed up. I felt crazy but how could I be crazy if he saw it too? I had felt so helpless against it. I didn’t want to feel that way ever again. If I had the affinity why not learn magic? My mind raced as I got dressed and he was waiting out the door. His gaze looked me over and he looked away. I managed a giggle and walked past him to my room. I closed the shower door. Not sure how long it would be til I felt safe again.

He sat on the couch across from my bed with a journal in hand. He gestured for me to lay in bed to rest. I awkwardly got into bed and didn’t look at him. I wish I could fall asleep easily and not have to think about the scary things at night. But he made me feel safe and I trusted him. More than I ever trusted anyone else. He saved my life. My mind swirled for a while before sleep found me.

I screamed. The nightmare about the pale figure. The way it seemed to smile and it’s eyes pitch black. Fear gripped me. And I came out of the nightmare. He was still holding me close and asked if I was okay. I nodded not wanting to move from the comfort of his arms. He told me it was 4 am that the Sun would be up soon in a couple of hours and we would have nothing to fear during daylight hours.

I could feel my face heating up and I nodded. I wasn’t sure if it was wanting the comfort or if I was crazy. I barely knew him but everything about him was comforting. He was warm and peaceful even with the cold distant state he facades. I noticed his face was flushed as I looked up at him. Quickly turning away and saying “I’ll go back to the couch now.” I shook my head and held on to him. “Stay…please. Umm…you can come to bed and lay next to me…”

He looked at me with his hands balled up into fist. His shoulders relaxed and he got into bed. I got under the covers and looked back at him. His arm was over his eyes and I could see his breathing slowing. The tiredness washing over him. Would it be so bad to lay close to him? To want his arms around me? Slowly I pressed my back against his side. His warmth put me at ease and back to sleep I went.

Dream Journal, Stories

Dream Stories: Haunted Cabin Part 1

Sirua

I’m starting a short story series inspired by dreams I have had in the past. A lot of it consist of assumptions of the way the dreams were carried. Stories are vague since there’s no true beginning or end. Some characters have no name and barely any dialogue. Also some of these stories are meant for an older audience since sexual situations are depicted. I’ll rate them as I go. I’m in no way a professional writer at all. I only do this for fun to vent the world of my dreams. Here’s a sample. Let me know what y’all think. Thank you! Hope you enjoy.

The cabin was old, dreary and in the middle of no where. It looked sturdy and seemed older than what my parents had mentioned. They were old fashioned, the decor were antiques and the fireplace cracking in the background gave it an eerie aura. We were here for “business” something they’ve been keeping to themselves for a while. The college break was much welcomed. I didn’t care much about socializing or going out. I rather be left alone although my parents thought by now I would of brought a man home. I didn’t care much about the comments and wanted to read through the old books I found in the beautiful library I found within. My father told me to not get lost in the books since they were old and contained fictional stories. Stories that couldn’t be recalled by anyone although there were pictures of what looked to be real people. Talks of magic, witches, death, monsters, ghost, spirits and weird happenings. I eventually found a journal. An ancestor who stayed in the cabin to research the happenings surrounding the area. I sank into the recliner and read. As the weeks progressed in the journal. The tone began to change. It went from curiosity and mystery to anxiety and paranoia. The words written felt rushed and pretty soon look erratic. Deep with fear. They spoke of a haunting. Seeing things that didn’t make sense. To never go out in the woods at night. Watch for the people, the ones with the pale faces. The journal goes blank. A slight splatter of what looked to be…blood?

BANG!

The window sound startled me. The wind was blowing outside. I slowly approached the window. I searched and was met with the darkness of the night. I squinted and I felt the hairs in the back of my neck stand up as I saw a figure. Could there be something out there? No. It’s fiction like dad said. There’s no way. It slowly turned around. My breath caught. I wanted to yell. Scream. Anything. It was so pale and it’s face was blank. It smiled at me. I felt As though I lost my voice. I backed up and trip over the foot rest.

Tap…Tap…TAP

I looked up and there it was. Finger tapping the window. It eyes dark with no soul. It’s skin pale. Staring down at me. Was this a ghost? It looked up and let out a scream. At first I couldn’t hear anything. Then it hit me. The shrilling. It felt like it was coming from inside my head. My head pounding. As if my brain wanted to leave my head. My ears felt full. The sound so shrill and painful. I felt the world around me go silent and my body couldn’t take anymore as I felt myself fall. I couldn’t stay awake. I don’t want to die…I sank into darkness and nothing…

Tap…Tap…Tap

First part and any feedback is welcomed! There’s probably some errors. These are more like drafts if anything. I will try to release this once or twice a week on Wednesday as a weird dreams Wednesdays. And perhaps Fridays. Thank you for all the support!

Succulent/Plants

The Succulent Life

Sirua

Recently started a new hobby. It’s crazy how things start from something as simple as an idea. I’ve always wanted plants in my home. I feel like they brighten a room. Add flair to the home. But, I never fully looked into it. Every plant I would see whether it be at Aldi’s, Bjs, or a supermarket we’re usually toxic for the cats. I didn’t want to take the chance of something happening. You never know with these critters.

As most may know I purchased some succulents in a terrarium at aldis after looking up if they were toxic to my fur babies. Apparently, they’re not! I was excited. Now that went from that to purchasing more succulents, learning their names, their individual care, joining Facebook groups. The whole mile. I find that it’s more enjoyable than I thought. I went from one container of plants to 11 soon to be 14! I’m telling you all. It’s addicting. Hopefully I have a green thumb. I shall lost the ones I have so far both scientific and given name/type:

-Echeveria “Morning Beauty”

-Cryptanthus “Pink Earth Star”

-Aloe Albiflora (not sure but closest ID)

-Graptopetalum paraguayense “Ghost plant aka Mother of Pearl”

-Echeveria Perle Von Nurnberg

*Plants on the way*

-Sempervivum “Black Lotus”

-Sempervivum “Bronze Pastel”

-Graptoveria “Debbie”

-Green rosette looking plant (not sure)

That’s my collection so far! I’ll share some before and after pictures of what I did with the space in my bedroom. These shelves have been a life saver!

BEFORE

AFTER

Can’t wait for the others to come in. The shelves make it look so organized and lovely. I totally recommend them. Hopefully I have a green thumb. I’ll be sharing my trial and errors with my succulents. Good or bad. Hobbies are learned through trial and error. Wish me luck!

*As an Amazon Associate I do earn commission on qualifying purchases* Succulents are excellent beginner plants for those who would like to start gardening or simply adding life to their home. There’s different ones to fit any lifestyle from bright light to low light areas. They hardly need to be watered. But, they’re also easy to kill if they’re overwatered or under watered. They susceptible to things like mealy bugs, root rot, sunburn etc. Always do your research when getting these beauties.

Dream Journal, Life

Spiritual Dreaming

Sirua

Ever since I was young. I’ve been dreaming (literally) almost my whole life as far as I can remember. Anywhere between random, happy, or nightmares. I’m not sure when the nightmares began. I was probably about five which is normal for any child to have night terrors. You eventually think it’ll be something you grow out of. You start to even avoid horror movies or creepy stories. Just to see if you can avoid having nightmares. Unfortunately, I never grew out of it. I wonder if it’s my overactive imagination or my emotions have a way of showing itself to me in the most horrible ways. It went to the point that while dreaming, I developed (well my brain somewhere did this) some sort of way to protect itself during these times of horrors or protect myself from “real” life. It’s almost as if another part of myself talks and interacts with me when I need it the most.

Another thing I’ve noticed. Not sure if it this applies to my obsession with orcas when I was younger but when I was young. I would always dream about an orca when I was scared or struggling through life. If I was near a body of water in my dream. I would see either it’s tail or dorsal fin. I could see it has some sort of tribal “tattoos” while passing through. If I dreamt I was in the water. There was nothing. Just me in the water and slowly from the corner of my eye it would appear and pass by me. The dream is quiet as if all of sudden I’m deaf and nothing else matters but the connection between me and this orca. The tribal “tattoos” are a deep red from what I can remember. As an adult now, where I don’t watch anything that has to do with orcas. It almost feels like something I default to when I’m dreaming and going through a hard time in life. It’s either the orca or someone speaking to me in my dreams. The brain works in mysterious way I suppose.

Anyone else have vivid dreams? Dreamt of things before they happened? There’s so many other dreams I would like to share with y’all from my dream journal. Much love and take care!