31 THE WHITE CREATURE

I had another dream last night. It wasn't like the others at all. 

I was in the middle of a forest. It wasn't dark, but it was rather dim. I was walking through it. It was very peaceful and silent, but a very unnatural type of silence. When you're in a forest alone, you can still hear the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, the sound of insects during their daily activities, as well as the sound of your own footsteps crackling on dead leaves. Here there was nothing, just the sound of my breath.

As I was walking I came across a giant tree. It was big, strong, and inviting. I headed towards it, when suddenly I realized there was something at the base of it moving. I hid behind a bush, and got a closer look. It was a naked man, or maybe a woman even. It really had no discernible features, except for its long claws and  small black eyes. It appeared to be eating something.

As I got a closer look I realized to my horror that its meal was...me. Suddenly I found myself dead, but conscious, as the creature kept devouring me. I could feel every single bite. Suddenly the creature spoke to me; not that it actually talked to me, but I heard its voice. It was chilling. It said: "They will come for you when they are done. Then the feast will begin."

I woke up right after that. I would dismiss it as just a regular dream, but the feeling I had throughout it was as real as the dreams I've had with Kyle and the faceless people.

I'm starting to be very restless...

You've got to be kidding me...

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30-2 THE NIGHTMARE

So here's the deal: 

the other night I had one of the most stomach wrenching nightmare's I've had in my entire life. I don't really remember much of it, just the two red eyes staring, not at me, but inside me. It could see everything, all my faults, all my secrets. Then I heard a voice, but I don't remember what it said. Next thing I know I woke up trembling and bleeding from my nose. I headed to my computer to write it all down (failing miserably to make any sense). After writing everything, I threw up and passed out. 

The one thing that sticks out however is a series of names and phrases. The names were: Hannah, Kyle, Jake, and Plague.

The phrase was: "The mediator will find him."

I'm about to go to work now, so I just thought I'd make a quick update, in case anyone was actually concerned.

Good day.

30 THhE NIGthm=Mare

Fuck I don'r a
I just woke up from thnhe worst dream  i am still trembling. I justs need to get it on pblog

SSHIT! OH SHIT

The sounddds are back! The fucking sounds.!!

The red eyess we rein my head. I herad the vocie! HIS voice was terrible.'

I am bllloeding from mym nose


                          i don't underrstang
tHIOS IS NOT A JOKE

alll of this isn real 

I know the names!

KYLE

HANNAH

JAKE

i do not know the foorth. Just PLAGUE .

i wi

29 THE DREAM (FOURTH TIME)

I had not had "the dream" for a while now, until last night.

Everything was exactly as usual: people aligned, Hannah (looking beautiful in a Victorian era dress), and the other man, staring at me with worried eyes. I looked around not seeing Kyle this time.

I looked over at a man standing opposite Hannah. He was faceless, and wearing a suit, like all the others. I concentrated deeply to visualize his face, but something went wrong somewhere. The faceless man turned his head towards me. I suddenly felt a deep blow in my stomach. The man's suit suddenly turned into a cloak, with a hood, and his face turned into a mask. It was one of the masks those plague doctors used to wear, kind of like this:

The masked mad kept staring at me. Suddenly Kyle finally appeared. He was smiling a crooked smile. He walked up to me and softly whispered "My son has awakened. Now find the other children."

I must have given him the wrong look, because at that moment his smile turned to a frown, his eyes turned red, and he hit me in the stomach so hard I woke up instantly. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I've felt sick all day. I guess, either it was an extremely vivid dream, or Kyle is up to something...

28 HANNAH'S HOUSE

I finally summoned the courage to talk to Hannah. I went over last night. She seemed to have mixed feelings about seeing me: part of her was relieved after not hearing from me for days, while the other part was raging for the exact same reason. 


I explained to her everything, from the empty apartment to the blank files. She seemed a bit perplexed. She said her brother might still have the original copies of the reports in his room. We checked with her brother, but he didn't seem to remember any such reports. He then logged on to the police records from his computer and searched for 'Kyle Emerson': the search form read 'invalid entry'.


We went back to her room, and sat down without talking for a little while. But I could hear the sound of our thoughts scratching at the walls like claws...except those weren't our thoughts I was hearing. We both looked at each other as the weird sounds got louder and LOUDER and LOUDER! 


and suddenly stopped


There was silence for a few long seconds, then the power went out. I couldn't see anything but I could feel Hannah's hand reaching for mine. I held it tightly, as it shivered in fear. 


From the dark appeared to red eyes staring at us. They were filled with rage. In that moment, I longed for death, as it would've erased those horrible eyes from my memories. 


Hannah held back a scream. I asked the eyes what they wanted. I received a deep silence as an answer. The eyes suddenly disappeared into thin air, and the lights came back on.


Me and Hannah could finally breathe. 


I got up, and instinctively looked out of the window. Hannah begged me not to leave. The thought was no where near my head. Especially not, after seeing a tall man in a black hood staring at us from across the street. He saw me looking over at him and walked away.


I closed the curtains, kissed Hannah, and got under the covers with her.