inspired by Terps' dream diary which can be found here:
https://forums.d2jsp.org/topic.php?t=78046510&f=276

I felt i should also put down my dreams as I feel it would be more productive than simply forgetting them and who knows maybe i can cobble together a story from different elements of them.
Let's start with last night's dream;

In all my dreams lately I have been having night terrors that have tormented me for quite some time,
however recently they have been more and more active.

Until i saw the movie Dead Silence the night terrors were at best unfocused and i could shrug them off.
It wasn't until i saw Mary Shaw that my dreams had a new malevolent
quality.

Don't get me wrong,
Dead Silence the movie is nothing special, its the character Mary Shaw, that old rotting face with the ventriloquist dummy jaw is what has kept me trying to stay awake for as long as i can, not sure why but it just fucks with me...

Lately i can't shake the dreams off and forget about them not only do they feel so real but when I am dreaming i think just as i do when I am awake, it's like I am awake in the dream but don't know its a dream if that makes sense.

This is how i died last night.

Woke up in my bed to a call from a Lawyer from the firm of Wolfram & Hart saying that my father who had skipped town had died but that he had been working as a mortician out on some property in the middle of nowhere, he had bought the property outright and had left it to me when he died. Didn't say a cause of death though but being as he was never there for me throughout my child hood i didn't care.

I called my girlfriend Megan and a friend of mine, lets call him Tate to come check out the property with me.
I picked them both up and we drove all the way to the property even after my G.P.S. got me turned around and lost.
When i say it was in the middle of nowhere think Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

Once we stepped out of the car i saw the skeleton of a dilapidated barn with a hearse parked under it and walked up to it and peered in. My gut dropped, there was a coffin in the back and the smell was rank. What was in there had been rotting for some time in the hot Texas sun.

"gross..."

I could not get away from that car fast enough.
i caught up with the others as they hung about the doorway and finally noticed an old style Cadillac parked on the side of the house. just as i was about to try the door handle It swung open and there was a spindly man in a baggy suit, he looked as though he had lost a lot of weight but kept the suit even though it was too big, he introduced himself as the lawyer i spoke with on the phone. had me sign some papers on his back and handed me the keys. he was very adamant on not going back inside the house but at the time we didn't think anything of it.
As soon as we stepped inside the house, we decided to split up and see just what this place had to offer, it looked moderately sized on the outside. The common question was

"How the fuck did he even afford this?"

We passed flashlights out because the power had been turned off from the junction box in the basement so we would have to go down and turn it back on.

There was also a general feeling of unease; like something wasn't quite right with this house but you couldn't put your finger on it like an unnerving feeling that something in the corner of your eye is staring at you but when you go to look the shape it's gone and the feeling didn't kick in until after you stepped over the trestle.
We didn't make good time getting to the property from the city and the sun was already starting to go down so we decided to split up to save time see what we could find then turn the power back on and hit a restaurant on our way back home.


When we first came in i looked at all the natural light this room got and i plopped my car keys on the table right next to the door.
After about 30 minutes we all met up at the main parlor at this point the sun was almost completely set.

It wasn't until Tate and I went down into the basement to turn the power back on that we realized this was more than just a creepy ass house.

As we trudged down the stairs i started to get a pulsing in the back of my head, it sort of felt like a controller vibrating to let you know to be ready for something, anything.
My hairs all stood on end and i had the very unnatural feeling that Tate and I were not the only things in this pitch black room. We finally found the conduit box and cracked it open to look at which switches to hit to turn the power back on.
That's when the flashlights started to flicker and you could hear this creaking almost like bones rattling.

We both looked at each other and mouthed "You have got to be fucking shitting me."
As it went out something grabbed Tates foot and drug him back and he fell down as he was being pulled. Out of pure instinct that i couldn't win a fight in the dark. I flipped all the switches and the lights shot on. Whatever it was, was gone in an instant. Retreated back to whatever dark corner
it could find first. Tate and I booked it right the fuck out of there, didn't want to be in that basement for another second, as soon as we reached the top of the stairs It was right then that we noticed two things, we couldn't find my fucking keys, and that not every room had lights. The lamps and light fixtures would be there but no bulbs. Tate was trying to rationalize it like his shoe must have caught on something, but if your shoe gets caught on something it doesn't pull you down and away. We quickly learned the most crucial lesson.

STAY IN THE LIGHT

Which is why problem number 2 was such a big fucking deal. we got around it for a time by using a tall lamp i found in the main den. it was a long gold lamp with a wide base.
We had noticed that the light bulbs in lamps that we had were starting to disappear so we started duct taping the bulb to the lamp.
I remember getting that feeling again that something was in my peripheral vision, something unnatural that shifted when i tried to look at it.I turned for half a second to pick up the duck tape for the tall lamp i found earlier before i took off the shade and started to duct tape the bulb but when i turned back the lamp shade was on the ground neatly beside it and the bulb was missing. Now we had a small lamp and our flashlights, that was it.

Tate was the first to go. Our first thought was to wait it out. we didn't expect this to happen,checking the batteries just seemed so trivial, why bother? It wasn't like we were going to use them for long when we got here anyway!
Tate's torch was the first one to go out, it started by flickering on..off..on..off..on all of a sudden there was rotting flesh peeling hand right on the edge of the flashlights cone as if the light wouldn't let it enter. whatever was in the dark snatched him the instant the darkness enveloped him again.

All we could hear was the scream cut short and the splatter. It was me and Megan now, my torch wasn't as bright as when i turned it on.
but i kept it pointed at Megan and her me. we were upstairs now, trying to get out a window, any opening and we would take it. That's when I saw her, Mary Shaw.


My torch started flickering, she was at the end of the upstairs hallway, a narrow corridor. she lunged forward
with the tips of her shoes dragging behind her as she tried to grab me, the beam from my light burned her and then she was gone

My torch was slowly giving out, i called my brother Chad, i told him everything that was happening, i told him i was about to die.
I told him the address, not to come at night, i told him that it would be too late to save me and Megan but that i wanted him to burn this shit hole to the ground.

I was going to die and i had accepted it, but in some small way i would take this fucking place with me
I told him and Megan that i loved them one last time as the torch gave its last flicker of life.

The last thing i saw was her face before i was ripped apart.
Her face right in front of mine with her rotting breath and peeling flesh.
so close i could reach out and touch it.

There was a scream, it was cut short, and then i heard her laughter as she pulled out my tongue and liver.

This was the last thing i saw before i was ripped apart.



In all my dreams with her...I die.
And now its getting to that late part of the night again and i can hear the devils footsteps calling me to bed....