Reading some of these nightmares sends a chill down my spine…
I’ve also remembered 2 pretty gruesome and frightening nightmares.
First one was when I was walking over to my Nan’s house. It was at night. I welcomed myself inside because she was expecting me, and I said: “Hello!” There was no answer. I slowly walk around the lower floor of the house. The lightbulbs are very dim, and its as if they’re about to blow out. My grandparents are nowhere to be seen. I’m about to go up the stairs when I see a dark figure in the corner of my eye. It turns out it is my Nan. Her eyes are green (they’re usually blue), swollen, bloodshoot and look like they are going to burst. She starts swinging her arms towards me, and begins foaming from her mouth. My initial reaction is - she’s a zombie. I try for the door but they’ve been locked. There is a sword in the corner of the room. I pick it up, but I realise I do not want to kill my grandparent.
Suddenly she corners me, and starts grabbing me by the head, and tries to get a bite. I relentlessly swing my sword, and her head comes clean off. I feel upset, because I realise I have lost a relative…and it’s my fault. I search around some more to see if my grandad is around. He is nowhere. I go into the kitchen, and sit down at the table. At this time, the light is very dim. Suddenly, there’s a huge flash of light, and my best friend appears. He stands there in the same spot, motionless. I shout at him, and then his eyes open. They look very similar to my Nan’s eyes. He stretches his arms out, but this time there is a magnetic force that brings me closer to him. When I reach him, I struggle but cannot escape. My friend grows claws and begins slicing me, and continuously biting me. When I’m weak, he sends me through the ground, and there’s a direct hole that leads to Hell. I wake up before I get there.
The second dream disturbed me for many days afterwards, and made me feel sick. I did not want to go to school the following day.
I was in a supermarket with my parents. Me and my Dad were going over to buy some chicken. We went there, and next to the meat were labels. They read names of people from my school. It took me 10 seconds to realise what had happened. I panicked as I realised they were possibly slaughtered, and their meat was being sold in supermarkets. I felt ill.
The next day at my school, I realised there wasn’t many people as they was. At breaktime, I went out on the field. This time, there was no-one except from me out of the ‘playground’ (I was 10 when I had this dream). As I walked across the field, I saw gravestone and heard mysterious funeral music (it had mysterious organs and choir). On those gravestones were names of people who had been ‘butchered’. My heart sank. Suddenly, I heard tribal music come from the hedges. I slowly walk towards the hedges, and inside is a huge room. I was astonished.
Inside the room were overweight people, dancing to tribal music. There were meat hooks and mysterious sharp objects on the walls. One of the women bashed into me when she was dancing. I hurtled at intense speed into a wall. The women turned round and ran towards me with weapons. At this time, I woke up.
Even to this day, typing up that second nightmares gives me chills.