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Haunted Town- Entry 5- I calmly intervened

“Can everyone please just shut up? This isn’t helping us getting out of here!” I couldn’t help but yell, their voices were relentless.

“You’re right, bitching at each other isn’t going to get us anywhere.” John sighed.

“Why don’t we split up! Daniel, come with me!”

“Splitting up isn’t such a smart idea Taylor.” I tried to convince her, but I was sure my words fell on deaf ears.

“I’m with them on this Taylor, I’m sorry.” Daniel said.

“I’ll be fine! I’ll flag down the first car I see and come and get you guys.” She sighed and walked off into the fog. A few moments later she was right back where she started.

“What? I walked away from you!” Taylor yelled.

“Well, she’s lost in a world of her own.” Angela said as she swirled around her arm.

“No I’m fucking serious!”

Taylor bolted back into the fog and ran back into us. The only difference is she was covered in this thick watery substance. It looked like blood, but it was a deeper red, almost like tar. She freaked out and wiped it off as quickly as she could.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Daniel said as he went to her side.

“It won’t let us fucking leave! Now I’m covered in this blood gooey shit!” She cried.

“Deep breaths Taylor. Now let’s try something out, I want all of us to form a line together and walk towards the fog.” John informed us.

“What are we forming a kid’s line? Okay, okay I’m coming!” Angela said in a playful then rushed tone.

We went into the fog, then came out together. We had droplets of the red substance on us, but it was easy to brush off.

“I will admit, that is quite strange.” John said with a puzzled look.

“It seems like heading into that damn town might be our only option. That trail is impossible to navigate in this fog!” Angela said.

“She’s right.” Daniel agreed, and so did I.

“You’re leaving me? With them? Daniel?” Taylor latched onto him and begged.

“I’m sorry, but I agree with them on this one that splitting up isn’t a good idea.” Daniel said in a tone of disappointment, but reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

“In town there are people, a working phone, something that can get us help. That trail is too risky. We could get lost very easily in these woods. The fog is going to make it near to impossible for us to find our way through the trail.” John said assertively.

“Alright, into town we go.” I said with a hopeful spirit.

With that, we were down the road into town. With our flashlights and phones we followed the road lined with woods, street lamps, and the occasional derelict buildings. Suddenly there was footsteps coming from behind Angela and I.

To be continued…

(Disclaimer- This is just a fan fiction of Little Hope, all just for fun! All rights reserved, original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology. You can make choices in this story like how you can in the game. Not everything in this story is the same like the game.)

Haunted Town- Entry 4.6- Goddamn I’m Scared

As soon as I dropped the phone I heard a ringing in my ears and I couldn’t help but close my eyes. The pain I felt was relentless! I opened my eyes to see a ring of in the middle of the woods. The fire was almost as tall as I was and it glowed almost a crimson red. In the middle stood a little girl in colonial clothing reading a book. I couldn’t quite see what the book was, except it had shapes on the cover. She put the book down and looked at me, smiled then went back to reading.

I close my eyes and open them again to see that I’m back in the bar.

“Andrew!” John yelled. Everyone ran up to me.

“What happened?” Angela asked.

“Did you get ahold of anyone?” Daniel pressed.

“Well I did get a hold of someone on the line, but it wasn’t too clear. A female answered the line. I told her everything with the best of my ability… then-“

“Then what?” Taylor asked in a concerned tone as she touched my shoulder. She could tell I was spooked by something.

“Then I heard what sounded like a roar over the phone. And then after that I was taken to a different time. I was in this ring of fire and she was reading this book and she looked at me and smiled! The next thing I know I’m back here.”

“Take it easy Andrew. I think we’re all a bit stressed out from the fog and the crash. You did take a bump to the head so maybe you’re a bit confused.” John said, looking for a reasonable explanation for what I saw and felt.

“I’m not surprised that you saw something young man.” Vince got up from the aged barstool, grabbed his green coat, and headed towards the squeaky door.

“Little Hope definitely has a deep and dark history to it. Not many folk live here anymore because of it. I suggest you get the hell out of here while you still can.”

Everyone began to follow Vince as he walked outside into the street to his bike parked on the light post.

“Vince, wait!” John reached out to him. “Why are you still here?”

“There are no demons to claim me, I have nothing left to fight for. It’s just myself and my roots. I have nowhere else I’d rather be. I’m not afraid of an old ghost town. You are the ones that need to leave. Don’t get caught up in this place. This town has claimed too many people already.”

Vince got on his bike, but turned around to look at everyone.

“There’s a road up ahead. It goes on a trail that crosses the old school and bridge. Keep going on that road. You’re going to reach a diner that has a working phone. It was nice to meet you folks, but please don’t ever come back to this god forsaken place. Best of luck to you.” And just like that, Vince was gone.

“We need to get out of here right the fuck now!”

“Please calm down Taylor.” Daniel said.

“Why should I? If it wasn’t for our crazy fucking teacher we wouldn’t be here! We’re stuck in shithole central because of this stupid field trip.” Taylor pouted.

“That is way out of line! I had absolutely no idea that the bus was going to crash. I don’t want to be in this situation with any of you either, but here we are!” John raved on trying to assert himself against Taylor.

“Even though it’s John’s responsibility to keep us safe, being nasty towards him isn’t going to help.” Angela said.

“Don’t get me started. Maybe you should both get lost in the fog.” Taylor snapped.

“If anyone thinks they could do a better job, step right up!” John stepped outwards towards the circle.

The constant chatter of the group began to swarm my head, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to say something.

Interrupt Calmly

Interrupt Harshly

To be continued….

(Disclaimer- this is a fan fiction from the game Little Hope. This is all for fun! All rights reserved, original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology! Bits of the story differ to offer originality and the choices you make can affect your outcome.)

Haunted Town- Journal Entry 4.5- That Scared Me

(Disclaimer: this is a Little Hope Fan fiction, this is all for fun! All rights reserved. Original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology. The story is a bit different but has similarities just to mix things up. You can make choices that affect the story.)

“Andrew!” Everyone yelled in unison as I yelped when I dropped the phone.

“Are you okay?” Daniel and Taylor quickly came up to me, then Angela and John.

“What happened? Did you get ahold of anyone?” John asked.

“You look pale.” Angela said, acting concerned.

“I got a hold of someone. A male voice answered the phone, but it wasn’t quite clear. I was able to tell us where we were and what happened, where we were, it was just hard to make out everything he said. Then he cut out and another voice joined the line.”

“Another voice? What do you mean another voice?” Angela was pressing for more answers.

“It sounded like mine, but deeper, and it had an accent to it. It thought I was the Devil’s work and that it wouldn’t ‘succumb’ to it.” I said using my fingers as quotation marks.

“I wouldn’t doubt that you heard something strange like that young man.” Vince chimed in, looking at everyone from the barstools. “Little Hope itself is cursed. Now I suggest you get out of here, before things get worse.”

“Why are you still here then? Why is it that you can’t hear or see those things, but you know of them?” I was scared, but I was so desperate for answers. I needed to know what was going on with this town!

“Well, there’s nothing left for me to fight for. I stick to my roots, they can’t hurt me like how they can hurt you.” Vince got up from the barstool, put his beaten up green coat on, and started to head towards the door. We followed him out into the street to where he parked his bike. We couldn’t just let him leave so soon with this conundrum on our hands. It weighs heavy on our minds like how the fog does in the streets.

“It really was nice meeting all of you kind folks, but this town has taken the lives of too many people. There’s not too many people left here in Little Hope. Now I suggest you pull your bootstraps up and get the hell out of here.”

“But the fog, it won’t let us leave!” Taylor yelled at the man who got onto his old blue bike.

“There is a trail that is just up the road from here. It will take you up the River through an old hiking trail. You’re going to pass by a bridge that is by the old Little Hope Middle School and an old Bridge. Do not cross it! Stay on the road. You will eventually find the diner up the road. They have a working phone. I wish you the best of luck.” Vince peddled off into the fog.

“There’s something that seems off about him.” Daniel said.

“What does he mean about our roots not being easy for us?” Taylor said as she shrugged in confusion.

“We can’t stay here anymore. I say we head towards the bus!” Taylor said.

“You’re joking right? Splitting up is not something we should do at all. Haven’t you guys watched horror movies?” John said assertively.

“Yeah, they’re dumb and they don’t make sense which is why I want to go back. Besides, there’s stuff back there that I want to get that might be useful.”

“Like what? I want to know what thing of yours you want to get is so important.” Angela said in a skeptical tone.

“When are you going to get off my back? There’s nothing wrong with going back and getting-“

“Your other phone? Makeup? A charger? Those things don’t matter to us right now! What does matter is staying close to town so when help arrives we can be here to get it.” Angela was really starting to push Taylor’s buttons.

“I was going to say possibly another flashlight, a first aid kit, and yes maybe my personal belongings!” Taylor yelled.

“Lay off Taylor. It’s been a rough night for everyone.” Daniel blurted out.

“Ah I see you have your boyfriend sticking up for you too?” Angela said with a mischievous smile.

“Will you stay out of our business!?” Taylor exclaimed. “God.” She whispered to herself as she put her hand to her face.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s been a rough night. I just can’t wait to get out of here.” Angela sighed.

“It’s our teacher’s fault for getting us into this mess!” Taylor pointed at John.

“I didn’t know we were going to get into this crash in the first place. You can’t just blame it all on me.” John said in disbelief.

“We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for this stupid little field trip.”

“Watch your tone. I had no control over what happened tonight.”

“I don’t want to be stuck here with you, maybe you should get lost in the fog!” Taylor yelled.

“I wish I could, but apparently this fog decides if we can or can’t leave!” John exclaimed.

“Can you please stop fighting, this isn’t helping with anything.” I started to feel annoyed.

“If anyone thinks they can do a better job, step right up!”

“This can’t be real, I mean what the fuck.” Daniel blurted out.

The chatter and fighting got louder and louder. It drowned out my own thoughts, I had to stop this.

Intervene calmly

Intervene Aggressively

To be continued…

Haunted Town- Journal Entry 4- He Had The Drink…

“Sure! I could use a drink. It’s been a hell of a night.” John didn’t hesitate to grab the shot glass of whiskey. He swallowed the drink whole and slammed down the glass.

“I don’t think that was a good idea professor. You need to keep a clear head.”

“Do you want another drink?” Vince asked.

“Nah, one is good for now. Thank you kindly for your generosity! I deeply appreciate it.” John seemed to feel a sense of relief after having the drink.

FYI I switched to texting so no one can hear me.

“So I beg to ask the question, where is your phone?” I asked in an anxious tone. I couldn’t help myself. I started to feel this heaviness in the room, like as if we were being watched by someone, but more like something.

“Your phone doesn’t work, young man?”

“I have no service.”

“Ah! I have no idea how technology works. We do have a phone, but the line is a bit shaky. These old wires don’t work like how they used to.”

“Hey, we’re going to have a look around!” Angela’s voice echoed in the entire bar.

They looked among the loose leaf papers, newspapers, flyers, and photographs. I couldn’t quite overhear their conversations, but what I did know was that I was desperate to get to that phone. John and Vince continued to talk as I walked off towards the phone. I could vaguely overhear something about a ‘freak accident’, and ‘witch trials’, but I couldn’t care less.

I got to the phone which was an old, dusty, black dial up phone which seemed to be way past its expiration date. Some of the numbers were either broken off or faded on the dial on the phone and some of the paint was starting to chip away. I thought to myself, Man this place is old! I dialed 9-1-1 and at first the phone just rang and rang… and rang… until finally I heard some static. Finally a voice!

“9-1…. wh-a… is… yo-r em-rge-…cy?” A young female voice answered the phone.

“Yes hello my name is Andrew! We were in an accident up the road. We’re here in the Black Cat Bar up in Little Hope. We plan on going into town. Please send help to Little Hope! There are five of us!”

“Is an-y… hu-t o- mi-ing? I n-d a -… inf-ma-tion.”

“No one that we know of is hurt. It’s me, Andrew Foster, my professor John, my peers Taylor, Daniel, and Angela. The only one missing is our bus driver and I believe his name is Anthony.”

“W- wi… end -lp -…oon.”

“Oh thank god. How soon?” I felt a sense of dread as the static started to grow louder and louder. It began to give me a splitting headache.

“An-ony is -ed. For-et -im.” the voice started to grow almost demonic. I couldn’t understand it. Then a loud crashing sound was made next to me. A glass fell from a shelf and scared the shit out of me. Soon another voice hopped on the line.

“What is this?” The voice sounded like a deeper male’s voice, similar to mine, and yet still different. It sounded like it was from a different time or place, perhaps both.

“Who are you?”

“This is the Devil’s work here. I will not succumb to a witch’s spell. Your twisted words will fall on deaf ears.”

“I don’t understand.” A loud roar filled my ears before the line went dead. It caused me to drop the phone. It scared me to death. I didn’t know what to think.

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(Disclaimer: this is just a fan fiction from Little Hope! All rights reserved. Original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology. This story has differences compared to the original one. However, you can still make choices that can affect your outcome.)

Haunted Town- Journal Entry 4- No Drink

“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass on this one. I gotta keep a clear head.” John sighed in relief knowing that he made the best choice that he could.

“Suit yourself. Like I said before, drinking is all I have left.” Vince paused and took a drink. “After the tragic history this town has been through.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“What is it that you’re talking to? A cell phone?” Vince asked.

“I’m keeping track of everything on my phone just in case if anything happens to us or if we ever get in touch with someone. I have no service so I can’t call 911. This is all the phone is good for.”

“Ah I see, like a diary.”

“We’re going to have a look around!” Angela exclaimed to John and I.

“See what you can dig up.” Said Vince.

I could hear Angela, Daniel, and Taylor rustling through newspapers, loose leaf papers, old flyers, and pictures laying around the bar. I could overhear them talking about how interesting everything looked as they looked through the historical monument that is this old bar.

“Do you have a phone?” John asked calmly. I knew inside he was just as anxious to get out of here as everyone else.

“We have one, but the line isn’t very reliable. These wires are so old they just don’t work like how they used to.” Vince poured another drink.

“It’s worth a shot.” I said.

I walked off to try out the phone. John and the old man continued to talk as Taylor, Angela, and Daniel looked around. I found the phone. It was so old, like decades old, black and covered in dust. It was one of those phones with a top handle and buttons that spin. A couple of the numbers were almost faded away or missing, but I knew what was what. It didn’t matter to me, what mattered was going home safe and sound.

“Here goes nothing.” I spun the numbers to 9-1-1. I could hear a couple clicks and then a ring as I put the phone handle to my ear. It rung three more times before I heard a very raspy, static filled voice.

“9-1… wh-a … is yo-r emerge-y?” A mature male voice said over the phone.

“Yes! Hello, this is an emergency! We had a bus crash down the road and there are five people are here at Black Cat Bar in Little Hope.”

“I-… c..an se… ..lp but I- ne-… -ore info…-tion.”

“My name is Andrew, Andrew Foster. The others are Taylor, John, Angela, and Daniel. Our bus driver, I think his name is Anthony, is missing.”

“I-… an…. hu….rt?”

“No I don’t think so, it’s just our bus driver is missing. Please come to Little Hope. Please come to town! We need help!”

“A…. som…. wi….” the static got louder and I swear I could hear other garbled noises on the other end.

“Hello? Is anyone there? Hello???” Then the static got quiet and another voice chimed in.

“Who is this that beckons for my time?” It sounded like someone from another time or another place. Nowhere I can necessarily pinpoint.

“What? Who are you?”

“This is the work of the Devil. I will not give into its filthy tricks.” It was a deeper voice, yet had a ring similar to mine. “I withhold my name from you heathen.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are cursed!” A massive roar of static and some unknown creature came through the phone. It was ear shattering! The noise scared me so much that I dropped the phone to the floor.

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(Disclaimer: this is just a fan fiction! All rights belong to Dark Pictures Anthology. This is all for fun. A lot of the story is different from the game to add some originality, yet some aspects of the game are still there. You can make some decisions which will affect the outcome of the story.)

Morbid Lady

She haunts my dreams.

Ever since I was little, a black widow incessantly terrorizes me. She wraps me in her wisps of silk and chains me to the walls of her hidden chambers until I wake up alone shaking in fear. The teeth make my hair stand on end. Lifeless eyes, those eyes terrify me.

She preys upon my vulnerability. She thrives on feeding my mind with tarnished thoughts and nightmares. She floods my being with the black waters of death every time I dream of her. If it’s not the water, it’s fire or tar. It’s pure torture. It feels too real to be just a dream. She stands there and laughs. Laughs with multiple voices coming out of her throat. How can she laugh like that?

When I wake up, it feels like I have been tortured for years. I tell myself I have to avoid that woman at all costs as much as possible.

Because of this, my guard is never let down. I don’t sleep, I don’t rest. I don’t leave my home. I work from home and go to college online now. I don’t visit people I know or love anymore, I just can’t. I don’t go outside or run errands unless I absolutely have to. There is no other way than to be on my guard and to protect myself in the only way I know how.

Every time I fall asleep, I see her. Sometimes I can’t defeat the urge to sleep.

She sips on my soul. She has for over 18 years now. My life force continues to fade away as my nightmares go on like this. No one believes me. I’ve tried to tell people, but I have been told it’s all in my brain or that I’m crazy. I’m not crazy dammit! Doctors either give me medications or send me to therapists. It’s a vicious, endless, nonstop cycle. It’s useless.

No one is safe from her, not even you dear. I’m telling you this now before it is too late.

She is the Devil of blackness. She’s a parasite from another dimension! I don’t know how or why she’s here, but she chose me for whatever reason.

There is no time left. She will end you, just like how she’s going to end me.

Trekking Old Roads

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 Oh god… it’s happening again! Oh god! How the hell did I end up here??? I found myself sitting in the middle of an all too familiar road from my memory, a road that I hoped I would forget. I stood up from the ice cold ground and started to look around. Thank god it’s not nearly as foggy as how it was on the day of the accident. However, these old trees are still surrounded with a layer of fog. 

“Hello??? Is there anybody out there? Can anyone hear me?” I yelled and started to run down the road, hoping to find a friendly face to help me get out of this place. Flashbacks from the accident plagued my thoughts as I jogged. All I could see was blood, a dead dog laying motionless in the road, steam from the car’s engine floating into the blackness… why can’t I get these images out of my head? 

“Is there anyone out there?? Hello? I need help! I can’t find my car and I can’t find my friends! Hello???” I felt a buzz in my right back pocket and looked at my phone. I dropped the phone out of pure shock and disgust. It was open to a text conversation that I had with my best friend, Joey. The text message that he sent to me read: Oh Mike… I found the dead dog we found on the road that day and your parents in the graveyard today. They are right behind you man. I am behind you too. Wanna play hide and seek? WE’RE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

I swiftly turned around and saw Joey, my parents, and a matted ball of fur standing behind me… REALLY close behind me. All three of them are completely drenched in blood from head to toe and had empty eye sockets and no teeth. God almighty they smelled like death and rotting meat. Each one of them smiled at me and groaned like the monster from the Grudge. As they smiled, hundreds of spiders and locusts spilled out of their mouths onto the road. I screamed from the top of my lungs and sprinted down the old dusty road. Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back! I ran for what seemed to be like centuries. I followed the old road as it twisted and turned through the trees. I turned around and found my car and all of my friends sitting in it… dead. My car was completely covered in dust and was damaged beyond repair. Their bodies were rotting… Their skin were nearly melted away from time. They were almost unrecognisable. 

I turned to look forward and saw the bloodied Joey come up to me. He jumped at me, grabbed me at the throat, and shove me into the ground. I fought desperately for breath, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get Joey off of me. The ground below me began to sink rapidly like quick sand. “You won’t get away from us this time.” A low voice echoed in the background and the sinking earth below me started to freeze my body over. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing would come out. Deep black roots from the sinking ground began to grasp onto my body and wrapped me into a cocoon of darkness. Everything went blank. 

“Mike! Mike! Hey wake up! Come on man wake up!” I jolted upwards in my bed, grasping for breath. I was completely drenched in cold sweat. Joey sat down on the bed next to me and had his hand on my shoulder. He gently hushed me as I tried to regain my breath. “You were having another nightmare Mike. Third time this week.” 

I held my head in my eyes and started to sob uncontrollably. “I don’t know what to do Joey. These dreams are just too real! I don’t know what to do anymore man. I don’t know what to do.” I have always found myself to be a bit of an emotional person, but whatever the hell I was feeling was just completely out of my own grasp. 

“We’ll figure it out man. We always do. I’m here by your side, no matter what happens.” I started to regain control of myself and took a few deep breaths. The sun shining from the window above my bed and the birds chirping outside soothed my anxiety. “Do you need to go to the doctor right now?”

“Not right now no.” I cleared my throat and wiped the sweat and tears from my face. “I’m going to call Doctor Thomas in a little bit. I just need to uh… take a shower, and just wake up a little bit first.”

“Okay. I’m going to grab some coffee and breakfast, would you like me to get you anything?”

“Yes, please. Just the usual. Thank you so much Joey.” He smiled, nodded, and then slowly walked out of my room. This shit has got to stop. It’s getting out of control. 

(This is a sequel to the original story-> Who decided that this was a good idea?)

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Sickly

6d0sJcFSick as sick can be.

Sick as sin can be.

Sick as the mortician.

Sick as the reaper.

Sick as the bleeding gums.

Sick as the eyeless.

Sick as the paper thin skin.

Sick sickly as the doctors.

Sick sickly as the doctors’ masks.

Sick sickly as impending doom.

Sick as sick can be from the ungodly cold and the hellish heat. 

Sick as sin can be as the doctors prance through the grass at night.

Sick sickly like the number of bodies growing in the millions.

Sick sickly like the devilish mortician’s fancies.

Hellish as the dreams of the dead fill my eyes and flood my senses.

Hellish as bones crack, as skin melts like cheese, and as screams go hoarse. 

Hellish as the mixture of smells and sights grows more grotesque by the minute.

I’m stuck in this towering terror of pain. 

I was once a doctor… now just a number with which was written upon my back.

Written on, seared like cattle, then gutted like swine. 

I’m mixed in with the plague, like one big steaming stew. 

I have a mask that was made for me.

It was made from me.

The end is near.

Run.

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A New Nightmare

1695f403ace239f2cfe559470e186024--heart-of-darkness-creepy-photosMy dearest soulmate and beloved friend…

I am the creator of your biggest nightmares.

Betrayal and lust destroyed this.

You betrayed us all…

You said you would always be there for me no matter what.

You promised that we’d always have each other’s backs.

You told me that you’d stay loyal to me forever… me and only me…

You said you had a special spot saved for me in that ‘heart’ of yours… after I died I saw that you don’t really have a heart.

You disappeared without a trace after I disappeared into the abyss you shoved me into.

Well, I have your ‘heart’ now…. you’re shriveled black hole.

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I sliced it open just as I did with your neck and skull… you lied to me….

You see what you made me do to you? You shouldn’t have lied… 

You told me we’d be together forever… But, you’re the reason why that promise was broken… You’re the reason why I’m dead. 

Because of me, you’re dead physically, but spiritually you are alive and well. You’re bound to this earth just like me. Now we’ll get to be together forever. You can’t run nor hide…

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Dream Journal: Suicide or Escape

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This is the third time that I have had this dream now, and this time I can fully recall all of the details of this dream. Within the span of about 3-4 months I have had this same exact dream, with the exception of certain aspects of the dream emphasized per dream occurrence. Everything about this dream felt so trippy and unreal, and yet at the same time crystal clear. I must have been in some sort of trance in the dream, if that’s even possible.

Here are a couple interesting things about this dream: Three places were heavily focused on in the dream (which I will describe shortly), but why 3 specific places? Also, a few of the same people from work have showed up in this dream just like how they have before. For example, Ty has shown up in not just one dream, but in several dreams such as the Pyramid Dream and Vulnerabilities and Tattoos Dream.

On with the dream! I found myself in my hometown, specifically at my parents house. Ty and another coworker was patrolling the neighborhood which, oddly he did so for my safety. It was late and the only thing that illuminated the streets were the orange glow of street lamps and a couple lights that were on in front of my parent’s house. It also was made apparent that there was a random Target down the street. LITERALLY in the middle of the street too. Ty came by on my street specifically and my parents and I waved hello. He stopped by to see if everything was okay and if we needed anything. My mom harshly stopped Ty in his tracks to complain about the poor treatment of raccoons and other animals that lived our neighborhood. Ty pulled me aside and in almost a whisper, asked me what that was about. I had absolutely no idea! My mom then chimed in and said a very snarky, nasty comment about work that I could not hear, but made apparent to Ty that I did something I wasn’t supposed to, which I wasn’t sure what I did, in fact. The lights of the house and the street lamps began to move and change color. I overheard another co-worker coming and then something about my job possibly being on the line.

My head was a major mess. I kept thinking about work, home, school, family life, and past trauma and problems that suddenly were brought forward by this statement. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide, I wanted to be out of the spotlight, alone. I felt the eyes of my parents on me and a few others as other people could be heard in the distance. I bodly said to Ty that I wished to die, I wished for suicide. I began to cry and I ran off where others could not see me. I could magically manifest wings that could help me fly into the trees or bushes to hide as well as to fly off to places where I could be seen. I could hear Ty and others scrambling around as I would take off from hiding spot to hiding spot in the middle of the night. I cried what felt like for an eternity fleeing down the road past my old high school and making a left upon this path which was partially covered by a rainforest. I went through the tunnel of trees that led to the most beautiful place I have ever seen. A massive waterfall took half of my view from the left side and the right side had a row of Tikis, statues, and precious stones. a path weaved between the trees and past the row of hills. I felt magic all around me, orbs and magical beings surrounded me. Some of them wore tribal paint and wooden masks while others just like everyday people like you or me. The wildlife resembled dragon-like beings, maybe even faeries, I couldn’t keep track of them all. I just knew that they knew me and I knew them. I was given the task to straighten around some of the tikis and precious stones not just on the hills, but on the platforms that sat in front of the waterfall which I had to use some sort of telekinetic abilities to move things around. When everything was perfectly aligned, with one thump on one of the many objects let off an echo of a thousand notes. I myself and all of the beings sung and it was so beautiful. I began to ascend the mountain tops in front of me when my dad appeared.

Everything around me hid and I had to go back from where I came. I was in front of the highschool and my dad directed part of the path to be covered in cement. I felt angered by this, but realized I knew how to get in there regardless of the cement. I was gifted, I thought. Suddenly, a weird being came by and caught my dad off guard, forcing him to leave me and tend to something else. I look up the hill that sits right at the high school and envision a massive pileup created by a number of clueless high school students. It happened right in front of my eyes before I could stop it. Bodies landed on top of one another and got stuck between car parts. There was screams as blood and gore was shed, but that soon disappeared into dust which then manifested itself into the form of ghosts that began to enter an odd shaped building within the gym. A haunted building for that matter, I just knew it was. Not just haunted, but there was malevolent energy in that dammed square shaped building. I knew that I had to go back and take care of something around my parent’s neighborhood.

I appeared back into the neighborhood and saw that people scrambled around in the streets looking for me. Ty yelled out for me and apologized for what he had said and that my job was safe. Another coworker confirmed that as well, and they both said they needed to know that I was going to be okay. Ty wanted me to come back with him so he could keep me safe. They begged and pleaded for me to come back over and over again. I didn’t care and thought to myself that this was something I needed to do. I soon headed north from my old neighborhood and went deep into a wooded bridge covered in snow. I could her Ty and my coworkers yelling “Wait!” and “Alex! Come back!”. I knew that they would eventually find my path and follow me. I felt comfortable knowing what I was doing despite the cold. In a vision I could see a line of zombies walking down a path going the opposite direction of the highschool. The got up from the ground and went towards a dysmal place where as I got closer to the light.

So… uh… strange dream, right?

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