We all know that our dreams can be unpredictable at times. Even with some practice you may even be able to control them, but sadly I’m not one of those people. I’m just a viewer of the sometimes completely insane dream sequences I have, and even worse; a victim to a horrifying stalker that lives in my dreams. All of this is 100% real, and it will never stop.
It all started when I was an innocent nine year old boy, living in a suburban neighborhood with a forest behind me. I lived in a two story house at the time and me and my brother’s rooms were on the second story. One knight when I went to bed, I strangely woke up again at some unknown time at night. I shrugged and got out of bed to relive myself in the bathroom, but I didn’t hear my mom tell me to go back to bed. back then she had a late night shift working at home. I should have heard her at least typing away at her computer, but I didn’t hear that either. I was starting to get scared, but I returned to my room and locked the door closed. Then my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when I saw what time it was. 8:35pm, the exact time I fell asleep.