House of Horror

22nd Septermber, 2011: House of Horror

I watched the dark waves around me reach at the boat, lifting it up and down and tossing it like it nothing but a small plastic bag in the wind. Splashes of water reached over the rim of the tiny canoe and splashed down, ice cold against my legs. The guy in front of me turned and grinned as he lifted his oar and slide it effortlessly through the rough water to propel us forward. I could see in the distance small specks of light flickering, almost inviting me to join them. I leaned forward and asked the guy if he could go any faster. He grinned at me and continued at the same pace. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled the sky lit up in angry flashes. The water got choppy and I felt more and more water slipping into the canoe. I felt the boat twist underneath the water. The oar slipped from the guys arms and he yelled as he lunged forward to grab at it. Unable to reach it as it was stole away by the sea, he turned and grabbed me as the boat turned over. It was quiet underneath the water. I couldn't see the boy any more, or feel him near me. I tried to break for the surface but I could feel the heaviness of the water dragging me further and further down. My lungs began to ache with a need to breathe and I reached higher and higher. I began to see spots in the water, dark spots which seemed to appear out of no where. I reached higher and higher and then finally reached the surface. Taking a deep breath in I looked around me. The boat was nowhere to be seen. Turning around I made out a figuring floating in the water as the lightning flashes again. The rain hit down hard, making it difficult to see. I swam towards the figure and reached out for the boy. I turned him over and saw his eyes were closed. Holding him onto me I looked for the lights. The rain poured down under, I felt the water sweep me away and holding on to the boy I struggled to move against the water. A large wave hit me, hard against my back. I was thrown underwater. I struggled to reach the boy as he drifted away from me. Dark spots appeared in front of my eyes, clouding my vision. I moved for the surface but was tossed back, again and again.

I woke up on a beach covered in sand. I slowly peeled myself off and went into the water to wash what was remaining of the sand off me. I looked down the shore and saw the boy lying on the sand. I moved over slowly to him, my arms and legs arguing from the strain. I turned him over and he coughed up water. He sat up looking confused and staring into the trees. I turned and looked in his direction as a man walked out. He helped the boy up and motioned for us to follow him. I walked after him into the trees. We seemed to walk for a long time, all the trees and areas looking the same, the same vines hanging low on trees, brushing against my hair as I ducked under them. We came to a cleaning with many wooden huts. People came out to see what was going on. He paraded us around the camp before leading us to a house. He pointed inside and simply said "rest". I opened the wooden door and let it creak. The house was nicely furnished and the lights shone brightly lighting up every inch of the house. I wondered why the people chose to live in huts outside with such a nice place right there. The boy and I walked into the spare bedroom where a bunk bed sat. In the corner of the room was an old wardrobe. I pulled open the first draw and pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts. I quickly changed out of the wet clothes and into them. The boy threw on a pair of shorts and a blue t-shirt. We noticed a few backpacks sitting by the bed and opened them. They contained a flash light and some food. I pulled out a chocolate bar and began to eat. We heard noise coming from one of the other rooms and I walked over and knocked on the door. In the room were several other people. They told us that they had also been in an accident and were staying there for the night in a hope rescue would come. I thought it was weird that there was so many accidents but thought little of it. The boy and I went back to our room and turned the light off. He switched the tv on and the light lit up the room. He began to flick through the channels as I lay on the top bunk half asleep. I heard a scream some time later and opened my eyes. It took me a minute to work out where I was and the tv was still lighting up the room. The boy was gone so I picked up a flash light and headed into the hallway. The hallway had streams of blood across the walls and splashed across the floor. I headed for the door where the others were and knocked. No one came to the door so I turned the handle. The room was dark and I reached for the switch in the doorway. My hand brushed something as I tried to turn the light on and off. The light turned on for a second then the bulb exploded sending the room into complete darkness. I turned the flash light on and shined around the room. The room was empty but blood splattered the walls and furniture. In the corner I could hear a strange sound. My light hit a girl who was chewing on an arm. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were completely black. She lunged forward at me and I slammed the door closed. I could hear her scratching at the door and it sent shivers up my spine. I walked along the corridor, but I didn't hear a sound from everywhere. I turned left into the next corridor and into the shared bathroom. The room was dark, and barely lit by the lamp by the mirror. I walked past the cubicles, checking each one for people inside them. It was quiet.. I could hear the dripping of a tap on the vanity and the sound of water spilling onto the floor. I turned and saw the first cubicle floor had water coming from it. Assuming the toilet had clogged I continued towards the back. I heard a shuffle of a noise as a couple of the girls entered the room. I yelled at them to be careful, but they turned. They seem to stare at me for a minute. I stared back only to realise they were staring at something to the right of me. Slowly I turned and came face to face with a figure I couldn't quite recognise. The features distorted in a haze. The thing rushed at me and I hit the tile floor hard. I turned as it passed through the girls and watched as their eyes slowly became dark. Their faces grew menacing as I struggled to get up. I reached for something to pull me up and grabbed onto a cord. Lifting myself up I noticed the cord was a hair straightener which was plugged in. The girls came closer and closer to me, with no means of escape I turned the straightener on and threw it at the group, hoping to hit the water and electrocute them. The hair straightener bounced and landed in the water. Nothing happened. I looked at the powerpoint and the cord had been dislodged and the turned off. I plugged it in quickly and turned the switch on. The room lit up in a blue haze as the girls screamed. I ran quickly, as the screaming had brought the attention of others.The hazy figure seemed to dash in and out of rooms and the house seemed to get darker. I ran through the corridor, feeling them behind me before I ran into someone. I struggled to get away from them as a hand clamped over my mouth and dragged me into a dark supply closet. I breathed heavily, shaking as the hand held hard against my mouth. I could feel someone behind me and I wondered if this would be how I died. I could hear the sound of thumping in the hallway outside. Slowly the sound got more distant until it was a faint echo. The hand dropped and I turned, shining my flash light at the person. The boy looked at me with a sense of relief. He told me he had tried to wake me but I appeared to be dead as I would not wake for anything. He explained he had shaken me and slapped me but I didn't wake and he was afraid that whatever happened to them had happened to me. He leaned forward and opened the door and peered into the corridor. He motioned for me to follow him as we slipped into the darkness. We crept silently through the hallway until we reached the front door. I reached for the handle as a scream shook out across the room. I turned to see the white haze lunge at us. It's impact was cold as ice as it threw me through the front door and onto the front veranda, disappearing into nothing as the sun hit the porch. I breathed heavily, my chest aching from the impact. The boy sat up next to me, his arms covered in dark purple bruises. The man who had led us there walked up to us. He smiled and looked behind him. His people seemed to come up behind him and they watched as he lead us down a dark alley. I don't know why we followed him, perhaps it was from exhaustion, perhaps it was from fear. The alley seemed to be filled with faces of the people in the room. He pointed them out to us as if he was proud. Reaching the end, he smiled once more, then something heavy hit me in the head. Everything went dark.

I awoke in the room with the bunk bed. The boy laying next to me on the bottom bunk. I looked down and I was wearing a long t-shirt which was covered in blood. My head ached and I reached behind to feel blood mattered in my hair. The boy moved slightly but did not wake. I shook him and he opened his eyes. "Fuck" he said. I looked to where he was looking at the white haze stood at the end of the bed. Waiting.

Ghost Hunters?

Apparently, if you have a brain or subconscious like mine and you watch a comedy before bed (In this case the big bang theory) your mind gets bored and decides to conjure up ghost hunters while you sleep.... I think it's safe to say my brain is quite.... yeah...

31st May, 2011

I was standing in a square looking up at a balcony. The square was filled with a lot of people all looking towards the balcony, eagerly waiting for the arrival of someone or something. Through the crowd I spotted someone I recognised and pushed my way through the people. I reached her and she grabbed my hand and motioned me to the alley way. We stood in the shadows as the crowd began to cheer at the appearance of a man standing on top of the balcony. She pointed down the alley way and told me to take the third door on the left. I headed down the alley way and finally reached the third door. I turned the handle slowly, the knob was freezing cold against my palm and snuck into the room. It was dark inside and I could make out the sound of sand falling to the ground in the distance. I walked up towards the light, which was streaming in from the broken roof above. A man was sprawled on the ground, he was running a comb back and forth on an old tapestry. He must have heard me approach as he yelled out. I lunged at him and he dropped the comb. I threw my weight against him, and he fell down, smacking his head on a rock. I leaned over, checked his pulse, he was out cold. I walked over to the tapestry and drew a small octagonal box from my pocket. I opened the top and sprinkled some blue sand over the tapestry. The sand ate through the image, replacing it with another.  I smiled as I gathered the residue from the ground and placed it back into the box. I left the room to meet the girl, who was waiting outside. She asked me if I got it and I handed the box to her, walking back towards the square, leaving her behind. When I reached the square the crowds were in a panic, large rocks and fire fell from the sky and people ran, those who were hit turned into zombies who mindlessly roamed the street, grabbing at people who were running the wrong way and dragging them down into a similar state. I started to run towards the safe house which was a few streets away, pushing people out of the way I dodged at the rocks which seemed to double with each one that impacted the ground.

I turned a corner and ended up in a suburban street. The streets gave off a feeling of eerie silence. A guy was walking next to me, he looked nervously around at the houses. I could feel eyes watching me, but no matter where I turned I couldn't see any. He looked at me and said "we should stock up" and I agreed. We started heading towards houses with open doors, we packed food and any other supplies we could find into bags and then moved onto the next place. Anything that was long lasting we kept, those that were perishable got left behind. The more houses we went to the more a feeling of dread and danger crept up on me. I could feel myself getting nervous as I walked from place to place. I took his hand and told him, I thought it was time we found a safe house. Somewhere we could stay and where the eyes couldn't follow. We continued to walk at a brisk pace until we reached a hedge. For some reason we decided we should climb over it, as it would be our safest bet. He gave me a boost over and I landed softly on the grass. He climbed over after me and grabbed my hand as we walked down the old stone path. We reached an iron gate which we pushed hard. The gate gave way with a creak and we headed into a large house. The house was dark inside, and while the feelings of eyes seemed to diminish as we climbed over the hedge, the house itself made me feel uneasy. We went room to room, each one identical to the one before with a simple sofa, a fire place, and pictures on the wall. Finally we came to the back door. Pushing it open we were standing in a sunny garden. There were flowers growing and garden gnomes. Despite the sunny deposition of the place I began to feel even more uneasy. We walked around the garden for a while, when one of the garden gnomes caught my attention. I bent down and looked at it. It looked exactly like the girl from before, she was even holding the box I had given her. With that I knew this place wasn't safe so I grabbed the guy by the hand and we headed for the back fence. Climbing over, I could feel vines on my legs, pulling me back. Twisting out of the grasps we fell hard onto the concrete path outside the house.

We wandered down the dark grey street until we came across a duplex. I knew this was the house that used to belong to my uncle... I also knew there wasn't something quite right about the house to begin with, but I figured it was better to stay in this house knowing, than an unknown house awaiting surprises. The door was opened when we got there, it looked almost inviting. We walked into the house. making sure to keep all the lights low.  I headed up stairs to the kitchen and placed the food in shelves. I then opened the pantry door and began pulling out blankets, a tv was playing softly in one of the rooms and I went in to turn it off. I got an eerie chill down my spine. I walked to the window and saw Grant and Jason from ghost hunters. They were investigating the house opposite us. They looked up and gave a small wave. Behind them I could see a mist forming and I pointed at it. They turned and began to chase after it. I headed down stairs to find the front door wide open. It was swinging back and forth, despite the fact that there was no wind. I walked over and slammed it shut hard. I turned the key in the door, locking it. I went back to the window to check on the boys. They seemed to be fine, doing the same thing. I heard a creak and turned to see the door open again slowly. The guy I was with came down with a large brown ottoman. He placed it against the door to stop it opening. I said, it was pointless since the door opened outwards, and he suggested putting it on the outside. I realised then doing that, would notify people of where we were. He placed it outside anyway and I started to get frustrated. I could feel darkness closing around and eyes on me. I looked at the guy and walked over to him. I kept saying this isn't what is supposed to happen. It's not meant to be this way. They're meant to be here, they’re meant to get rid of this. Why are the things in here? And the guy looked at me. His face was blank as if he wasn't sure how to respond, as if I had gone off script. I got angry at him, I threw the door open, climbed over the ottoman and walked off the porch into the dark. Then I woke Up.

Zombies!!

This is the dream I had early this morning. I love when my dreams are random... not so much when they repeat themselves and slightly changes... it always throws me off guard!! Anyways, here we go, my brain's version of a Zombie Apocalypse, or as I've now dubbed it Zompocalypse!

The Zompocalypse


I was sitting on the desk, my legs swinging underneath as I spoke to the old cop. He was wearing a faded blue uniform, and cleaning a shot gun. He smiled at me and said, things were slow , especially out where we were, as he motioned to the window. I looked outside and saw a field and a tiny place in the distance. He looked at me and said, "they're leaving, so you should leave now if you hope to catch up". I looked outside and my parents were walking in the distance, so I smiled, hopped off the desk and walked for the door. "thanks" I said as I went through the door. I walked briskly to catch up, but it seemed I was always so far behind. Before i knew it, I was in a suburb, walking on a path up the hill. My parents were still in the distance, as I rushed to catch up. People attempted to stop me, asking me questions. I pushed them out of the way and continued upwards, feeling tired as I got closer and closer. I walked past a large tree and tripped over. A guy appeared and smiled, and said, look up. I looked upwards towards the sky and there were millions of crows, they were holding something that looked like a giant wooden cross which they dropped. It landed on my ankle as I rolled out of the way. I got up, as another one fell down and stumbled towards the road. My parents were on the other side, just standing there, but there were more and more cars. I yelled across at them, and after a while of attempting to cross the road, they understood and some how crossed the road. We walked down the road and ended up stopping for ice cream and hotdogs... For some reason, we had to walk back to the police station, which was just across the field. We walked, quickly into  the police station, as the old cop closed the door behind us, barricading it with a log. The door shook as someone smacked against it on the other side. Again and again it smacked it, as I creeped closer to look through the peep hole. Through the hole I saw a woman, her hair a complete mess. She kept slamming her arm against the door. I went to open the latch when a younger policeman appeared and yelled No. He slammed his body against the door to stop it from opening. The old man brought out a sickle and through the gap in the door swung downwards. He cut off the woman's arm and slammed the door shut. He looked at me acusingly as another person burst through the window.  More and more people piled into the room, biting and ripping into people, as I ran for the small room. The younger policeman and I hid in the small room. It had metal walls, and was dark. He squeezed my hands as the sound of the door got louder and louder before it burst open. I was thrown against the wall.

When I woke up, I was sitting back on the policeman's desk. He was telling me about zombies. He told me we had to get out before they came and not to get bitten, otherwise there would be no point. Grabbing some weapons, he threw me a long piece of wood to "beat them off" We walked through the front door, he had a shot gun in hand and was shooting people as they came past. It seemed like the more we shot, the more that appeared. More and more of them  streamed through the doors, some of them family, some of them friends, and some unrecogniseable. I smacked them with the stick, again and again, hitting them in the head, hoping to get them away from me long enough to reach the car. Unfortuantely, in the midst of this, my stick broke, and I was left defenseless. I saw the policeman run for the car, as more and more of them closed around me. He looked back.. mouthed sorry as he got into the car and began to drive off. I could feel my arms being bitten and I could see the blood coming down. Things started to get darker until I couldn't see anything.

When my vision became clear, I was sitting back on the desk at the police station. The old man looked at me and smiled. He said "feeling any deja vu yet?" And I looked at him, sighed and said. "Give me the damn guns this time." He stuffed a duffel bag full of shot guns, handed it too me and showed me how to load one. I'd just loaded my first gun when the door burst open and a man with half a face appeared. I sighed and said, here we go again. I was about to shoot him when I heard a phone ring. I turned to it, Picked it up.. and woke up to my house phone ringing.

The Game and Bugs

Here's two dreams for you!! Apparently my brain decided since I was restarting a dream journal you guys deserved two for one. I did have another dream last night.. but I seem to be forgetting bits and pieces of it so in short it was me at work, looking after the shop while half the merchandise was stolen. I was trying to teach someone to do something but they were more interested in playing cards.

The other two I've named "The Game" and "Bugs" to deal with the content... I think the first one is a lot more.. nightmarish than the second one.. but here we go...

"The Game"
I was with a boy and we seemed to be in a game. We were wandering around this old suburb that seemed to be deserted. We walked into a house, which had been badly boarded up. The air felt damp and my skin was crawling in the darkness. I felt on edge the entire time in the house while we went room to room looking for some kind of weapon. There wasn't much to the house at all, some old furniture that had been turned over, empty photo frames and the smell of dust. We went up the old stair case and into the bedroom. Lying on the bed was what was once a woman. Her skin was decaying and she had a strange yellow goo coming from her wounds, feeling sick I stumbled out the door and back down the stairs into the "fresh air" only it didn't seem so fresh. The sky was getting darker and a strange fog was drifting in the air. The boy came down the stairs and to me with a machete in his hand. He handed something to me and said it was something I needed to have. Unsure of what it was, I stuffed it in my pocket as he continued down the road, I hurried to follow, not wanting to be left alone. He came to a door way and stopped for a second. He looked at me and asked me what I saw. I didn't understand, my pocket felt hot so I reached in and pulled out an old necklace. It was an old locket, simple and round. I was trying to open it but it wouldn't and then I looked at the door and it was as if I could see through it. There were a lot of creatures inside there. Almost like zombies but lean and tall. They had a strange grey colour to them and their eyes were completely black, from their mouths were bits of yellow goo. I told him he had to go in there because there was something there that would answer his question, but he had to save his strength, because they would all come for him at once. He handed me a small knife and took a  deep breath. He opened the door and peered into darkness. He walked through the door and I followed. It was quiet in the house... too quiet. He turned a corridor and things came at him, only a few this time. He hit at them with his machete and they fell to the ground. He turned and continued, Wait I said, but he didn't listen, he walked through the door, and he was surrounded by the things. I hurried to the door, but for some reason, something wouldn't let me in. I banged at the invisible door that had somehow appeared there, and he turned to look at me as the creatures scrambled up behind him. He's eyes filled with panic for a second as they grabbed at him. He looked at me, or through me and then pointed behind me. I turned to look, but there was nothing there. I turned back, only to see him disappear into a see of grey. I turned to avoid the sight, only to see nothing. It was black. I turned around, nothing but black... I spun around and around, reaching out for something, but there was nothing... nothing but black. Then I woke up.

"Bugs"
I was lying in my bed, staring up at the roof debating actually getting out of bed considering the long list of things I had to get done. I was just thinking about the remnants of the dream I had just had when a bug fell from the ceiling onto my bed. I startled and flicked it off my bed, only to find two more had fallen onto my bed. Looking up my ceiling light was dark instead of it's usual white. More and more bugs began to fall from the ceiling onto my bed. I jumped up and grabbed the near can of bug spray, only to find it didn't work. A friend of mine appeared in the room with a can of deodorant and began spraying them. "what exactly is that going to do? I asked her, She grinned and said.. "we're going to set them on fire." I looked at her for a second, but it's my bed?? she didn't seem to care as I grabbed another can of bug spray. More and more bugs began to crawl across the ceiling and down the walls, Freaked out I grabbed her and turned for the door. Opening the door we quickly stumbled into the hall way only to hear screaming coming from my sister's room. Walking in there her room was also covered in bugs. She came screaming out and bumped into my dad, who's room was also filling up with bugs. My friend kept spraying the deodorant everywhere,while my dad picked up a container and started scooping bugs up and throwing them out the window, with little hope we stumbled out the front door. Behind our fence, two men were digging a huge square pit and were placing metal tubes inside. They were pumping something, and the more they pumped the more bugs that entered the house. The looked up, their faces blurry, their eyes dark as my friend lit a lighter and threw it into the house. The house burst into flames, the smell of dead bugs lingering in the air. Smoke poured out of my bedroom window, and then just like that it was gone. The house wasn't on fire, we walked inside, and all that remained were a few dead bugs. My friend looked at me and said "I told you it would work" and then I woke up.