Hi, it’s me again. And I apologize I wasn’t able to post yesterday. Had to make time for my fiance. In this part, some of the details I laid out before will be shown here. So let’s just dive in.
The next times I did have dreams or more odd nightmares they were just repeats of the previous ones I have had. But always the same ones, though something was different with each one. The Dark Shadow didn’t say that a kid would get hurt again. Just that one time. Though he would continuously hunt or hurt me. Even one time where I couldn’t escape him and he trapped me in a cage. When I woke up again my grandfather was worried about me. I had a fever that came out of nowhere and I had been asleep for 12 hours. He was worried I had gone into a coma or something.
Though this time after about two years later I was in the middle of my 9-year-old stage. And summer had rolled around again. When I dreamt this time, I had been absent of any dreams for a good few months, so I didn’t expect what would I be dreaming that night.
In the dream, I found myself wearing the usual white nightgown attire. Bare feet again. Though this time I was in a white room. Vast and endless as the black one. Though the ground was cold. Not so cold you couldn’t feel your toes but to the point of chilling like standing barefoot on the pavement mid-autumn. Immediately I was thinking “what now?” because some part of me knew this had something to do with “him”. Like all my other dreams if he was not present, he was still there to some extent, either a glimpse or a trace. Like a footprint, scratch marks on a tree, or even a dead animal with its throat bitten in half hanging on by a thick thread of skin and flesh. I walked for a while, but it wasn’t long till I did feel something, like a gentle cold breeze whisking by. And for some reason, something, some sort of instinct told me to turn around. So I did. And there once again I saw him…
This time clearer than anything, still silhouetted, bulky and tall. And if I were to wager a guess now? He must have been well over 7 ft. tall.
As he stood there, dark mist surrounded him collecting thickly around his legs and feet. His red eyes burned into me brilliantly. Then finally he moved, he stretched out his arm towards me like he was presenting me with his hand. As if for me to take it.
I shook my head no and tried to take a step back. Though that was a mistake. The brilliant light of his eyes half closed almost like his bow angled down into a glare. At this point, I had wanted nothing to do with him, and I’d be damned if I was to take that hand. I turned to run away from him but there was a low pitch that started off soft, then grew. It began to hurt my ears as it grew in intensity. And I buckled to the floor. I grasped at my ears to keep them covered and straining my eyelids to keep them closed as the noise grew but there wasn’t much I could do it hurt so much.
But just as quickly as it started it stopped. I opened my eyes and found myself back in my room, in a fetal position. I felt something wet on my hand and I looked at it. It was blood.
I tried to find where it was coming from when I realized it was coming from my left ear.
When I talked to my grandpa about it he said that it must have been a popped blood vessel or possibly I knocked it against something in my sleep. Though funny thing was, there was nothing sharp near my bed that could have caused that. And my bed had extra pillows and blankets on them that I had collected over the years as hand me downs.
I had no explanation for this. And I was growing even more scared each time I saw him. This even began to worry my grandpa. So he scheduled more counseling for me thinking that this was just a phase that needed to be worked out. Though that didn’t help either. The doctor had no explanation except it was trauma from my past with my parents that have begun to creep up on me. Though she said that it was still very unlikely because I was so young. And I wouldn’t remember any of that unless I was still 2-3 years old. Though that’s when the psychiatrist suggested “Night Terrors”. A phase that happens to kids and young teens and she assured my grandpa that I would grow out of them. It was just a result of high anxiety and also correlated with my emotional disorder.
Though if that was the case, I would have grown out of them by now, wouldn’t I? the chances of a 24-year-old woman having Night Terrors is very uncommon.