Iโm 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 thereโs 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. Iโll rate them as I go. Iโm in no way a professional writer at all. I only do this for fun to vent the world of my dreams. Hereโs a sample. Let me know what yโall 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 โbusinessโ something theyโve been keeping to themselves for a while. The college break was much welcomed. I didnโt 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 didnโt 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 couldnโt 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 didnโt 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 beโฆblood?
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. Itโs fiction like dad said. Thereโs no way. It slowly turned around. My breath caught. I wanted to yell. Scream. Anything. It was so pale and itโs face was blank. It smiled at me. I felt As though I lost my voice. I backed up and trip over the foot rest.
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I looked up and there it was. Finger tapping the window. It eyes dark with no soul. Itโs skin pale. Staring down at me. Was this a ghost? It looked up and let out a scream. At first I couldnโt 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 couldnโt take anymore as I felt myself fall. I couldnโt stay awake. I donโt want to dieโฆI sank into darkness and nothingโฆ
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First part and any feedback is welcomed! Thereโs 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!


