Post by Sara on Aug 5, 2009 11:09:47 GMT -5
I had a nightmare-which is rare for me. I never, ever have nightmares (but acording to everyone in my family, and whine, whimper, and toss in turn constantly while I'm asleep). I did tonight, though...
My dream...:
It was open house night at my school, and I was going with my mom and dad. I saw all my friends from forth grade-even the ones I had forgotten.
We went inside and met the principal, who gave us a tour of the school.
It oddly looked somewhat similar to the first level in Halo 2.
We stopped in front of the auditorium. Supposedly, it was haunted. And I am absolutly terrifed of ghosts.
One day a young boy was skipping school and decided out of the top of the auditorium where a hole was. But there was also a big fan there. Reportedly, the little boy got chopped into peices and if you walk down a certain hall he will chase after you. It's real-It's been in tons of newspapers.
I begged and begged them to let us go talk somewhere else. But, like most adults, they didn't listen.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of an elavator. Timidly, I looked inside. There was what looked like a fence, below a hole in the ceiling. The hole had blood dripping out of it. Behind the fence, an elevator was coming up.
The elavator revealed what must of been the ghost of the boy, though it didn't look like a boy.
It's skin was purplish, as if it was covered with bruises. There were cuts and wounds, and peices of skin that were barely attached to the body. It's hands, feet, fingers and toes were very long and ended in claws. It's head was shapped like the practical aliens-like an upside down egg. It had fangs, which were pulled into an evil smirk. It's eyes were red and had no pupils. It looked like his nose had been chopped off.
I screamed, and it's smile grew. As I fainted, I heard someone chuckle.
I woke up immediently, bolting upright. I was sweating and breathing heavily. Shaking. Hysterical. I couldn't help but look around the room. It was 12:07 am.
It's 11:07 pm and I am still freaked out..
About my school:
www.bestandworst.com/rate/s/?id=1227376
theshadowlands.net/places/mississippi.htm (look in the Jackson part)
I don't want to go to Chastain...ever. I'm shaking while I'm writing this.
My dream...:
It was open house night at my school, and I was going with my mom and dad. I saw all my friends from forth grade-even the ones I had forgotten.
We went inside and met the principal, who gave us a tour of the school.
It oddly looked somewhat similar to the first level in Halo 2.
We stopped in front of the auditorium. Supposedly, it was haunted. And I am absolutly terrifed of ghosts.
One day a young boy was skipping school and decided out of the top of the auditorium where a hole was. But there was also a big fan there. Reportedly, the little boy got chopped into peices and if you walk down a certain hall he will chase after you. It's real-It's been in tons of newspapers.
I begged and begged them to let us go talk somewhere else. But, like most adults, they didn't listen.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of an elavator. Timidly, I looked inside. There was what looked like a fence, below a hole in the ceiling. The hole had blood dripping out of it. Behind the fence, an elevator was coming up.
The elavator revealed what must of been the ghost of the boy, though it didn't look like a boy.
It's skin was purplish, as if it was covered with bruises. There were cuts and wounds, and peices of skin that were barely attached to the body. It's hands, feet, fingers and toes were very long and ended in claws. It's head was shapped like the practical aliens-like an upside down egg. It had fangs, which were pulled into an evil smirk. It's eyes were red and had no pupils. It looked like his nose had been chopped off.
I screamed, and it's smile grew. As I fainted, I heard someone chuckle.
I woke up immediently, bolting upright. I was sweating and breathing heavily. Shaking. Hysterical. I couldn't help but look around the room. It was 12:07 am.
It's 11:07 pm and I am still freaked out..
About my school:
www.bestandworst.com/rate/s/?id=1227376
theshadowlands.net/places/mississippi.htm (look in the Jackson part)
I don't want to go to Chastain...ever. I'm shaking while I'm writing this.
? Yeesh!
)
