Since I last talked to you lot, I moved into my new flat (yay!). That's kind of my big news. I moved into a little one-bedroom, one-bathroom flat down the street from the community college I go to. It has a washer and dryer and dishwasher (oh my!) and my neighbors internet is named captkirk and until yesterday it was unlocked. Now I need to get my own internet - and basic cable or something because I'm literally bored out of my mind when I'm alone.
Oh, and it's haunted.
Yeah, it's haunted.
Like really haunted.
Like I see shit and hear shit and my TV turns on and off and my PS3 turns on and off and my fridge opens and closes and SOMEONE left my Ben & Jerry's out!
That ghost is gonna get it's butt kicked. Just saying.
Anyways, I'm moving into my flat still. My first night I had an air mattress for a bed and an air mattress for a couch. All of the food that I had was Ben & Jerry's fro-yo and bread and cheese. It was a long night.
Now I've got a couch and a TV and a TV stand and curtains over my back door because otherwise it lets cold air in and it's pretty cool. I'm not done getting it sorted yet, but I'm working on it.
And tonight I'm back at my mums house because last night I had a really bad nightmare and she's afraid I won't be able to sleep at home alone (since the boyfriend has work until 2 am).
So this nightmare...
Want to hear about it?
Probably not, but I need to write it down.
For the record, everything on MY blog is MY property.
So ANYWAYS...
My nightmare was about this old house that I've never seen before or heard of or anything. It was old and graying and up on a hill, a road wound down from the hill/cliff through the forested valley. It was summer but still chilly. The first thing you see at the top of the road is the garage, and signs are posted everywhere that say NO JEWELRY. The garage was open but empty. Next to it, there was an oil stain on the paved parking space at the top of the drive.
I was and wasn't there. I myself was never there, but I occasionally saw things through peoples eyes who were there, or from an outside perspective. But I was there enough to know that I didn't like the feeling I got from the place.
A man with short-ish graying black hair and tweaked out eyebrows, stubble and a messy beard, glazed over eyes behind thick glasses and worn-thin clothes walked out of the garage and looked at the people gathered there.
They had been invited to look into the paranormal activity there.
He asked them to take their jewelry off and, feeling the same discomfort I did, they said they didn't have any. He walked them through the house and everyone was looking around, feeling that feeling... that discomfort that alerted me as soon as the dream started that it was going to be a full blown nightmare.
They walked through the house as he told them about the activity. But he wasn't saying something. He didn't want to talk about it because he didn't want them there. He wanted them far, far away.
As time went on, I started to feel why he didn't want them there. I figured it out for sure when his daughter came.
She was thin and pale with mousy hair. The guy in charge of the investigation, I kept feeling like he was Ryan Buell but I don't know for sure, pulled out two pictures in a plastic bag and asked if she knew who they were.
She instantly burst into tears. The guy, who she was in the picture with, was Spencer, her older brother. He'd died when he was 23. The other picture on the back, a girl with wild blond hair and heavy makeup, was Lauren, her sister. She'd been 17 when she died, on the same night as Spencer.
I went into a flash suddenly that the people actually there didn't see. It had taken place a little over seven years before.
In the early morning, Lauren and Spencer went over to the top of the drive, where the car was. They climbed in, both still in their pajamas, ready to take off. The other girl, whose name I never learned, was asleep inside. They were going to come back for her, but couldn't stay. Their father had gotten into satanism and had sold his soul to the devil in exchange for escape from wherever they had lived before. It was a foreign country and he'd been a scientist or psychologist or something, and had gone crazy, killing his wife and then fleeing.
He'd been sacrificing animals in the house, mainly dogs in order to turn them into Hellhounds. They would see him pacing the house or the cliff or the rickety staircase that went from the cliff down to the lake below late at night. He was, they were relatively sure, completely possessed. He'd taken down all of the religious symbols they had and had taken away their rosaries. They were no longer allowed to go to church.
They couldn't stay, but their sister was too young - thirteen - and they couldn't bring her. It was winter and the car was a convertible. It was snowing.
So they took off, but as they rounded the first curve they heard the barking of hellhounds. Then they started seeing things, finally something hot and fiery that ran them off of the road. Lauren flew out of the car, being impaled through the throat on a tree branch over a hundred feet in the air, where she hung kicking and gurgling until she died. Spencer was still in the car, stuck, until it crashed and burst into flames. He died in the crash.
Without warning, I popped back to "present day" with the group and suddenly could feel the hellhounds and could feel the mans possession and could feel the demon in the house... and the others could too.
Before long, the man left us alone to investigate. We were back by the garage and everyone could feel what was going on, and on instinct all at once they pulled out their religious jewelry. I saw several covered, Paganism and Catholicism and Judaism.
The air got mad. It burned me, made them uncomfortable. The house was angry. The Hellhounds were howling and snapping at them, but couldn't touch them because they had their icons.
A moment later, the guy in charge started to act funny but not. Like he didn't want anyone to notice.
He had been challenging the spirit and had stupidly taken off his rosary, handing it to a friend. Without it's protection, the demon had swept in and forced itself into his body.
I noticed but couldn't say anything. But he could suddenly tell that I was there. I "fled" into one of the women, hiding in her body (not a choice I made, just sort of happened) but not taking over her consciousness or anything. Just needing a safe place to be.
I was terrified. He was pissed because I knew what had happened to Spencer and Lauren.
Soon he couldn't keep fooling the other investigators and one of them forced him down into a chair. They got thrown across the room and the girl I was in pulled out her phone, trying to call a priest.
At the same time, the guy was starting to force the demon out of his body on his own. He was angry at the invasion and got to the point that he could talk to them.
He said to bring him his rosary and put it on him. Said to read a specific passage from the bible. Said to spray holy water.
The house got mad then, trying to keep them from stopping the haunting.
It got bad then, and I can't even properly remember it.
I remember the man coming back and trying to physically attack the investigators. Then them having to run. The one guy had gotten his body back... they took off running, down the rickety stairs and towards the boat house. There was a road as well that went along the side of the lake. They tried to escape but soon things were shoving them.
Finally, they got into a car. I was still "hiding" in the girls body, and when she was... well, she went into shock, and it let me take over. I started the car and shouted, everyone piling in, starting to drive. I knew what the demon was capable of - running people off of the road - and managed to ignore it and drive despite the hell hounds and scary things I saw and heard. They reached the town at the base of the mountain two hours later and I pretty much "fell" out of her body, exhausted and unneeded. they talked about what happened, abandoning the stolen van and getting a plane out of there, staying at the airport until they left.
THAT is my nightmare. I've had it twice a year since I was nine. I don't like it.
ON a lighter note, I'm staying at my mothers (already mentioned) which means I can watch Paranormal State. New Episodes tonight at nine. YES.
And I had a pretty fabulous dinner. And I'm annoyed because my boyfriend hasn't called. But OTHER than that...
Ugh. That was the worst dream I've ever had. Well... one of them.
Bleh.
I'm going to go back to watching the badass and incredibly attractive Ryan Buell kick paranormal butt. AND the super smart and super sexy Katrina Weidman being super smart and sexy on the telly. AND the super amazing and artistic Eilfie Music... AND the rest of the amazing team. Next time I have that dream, I for sure want them to be the paranormal investigators in it because I obviously can't handle it myself.
XO
FREAK
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