Since I was a kid I’ve always had really bad nightmares. As I get older, they become less frequent but more dark and twisted. Last night I had a really awful dream. I dreamt that I scored a job in New York (that’s not the awful part, just so you know lol) and was settling into an apartment. When I arrived, a lovely old Chinese man was helping me with my bags, he reminded me a little of my grandpa who passed away a few years ago, so having him around made me feel at home. As he left me to my apartment and I thanked him, he told me that as soon as he left me things would start to become wierd but that it was crucial for me to continue on as though things were perfectly normal. Odd, I thought, but I carried on and met some of the other tenants and asked them about how they find living in new york. All they said to me was “This building is haunted.” I tried not to let it phase me, went back to my apartment, got dressed and headed out for my first day at the office. As I was walking out, the girls I was talking to were standing in the hallway and they turned into these demons. “Do you believe us now?” one of them asked me. Though I could feel my heart about to leap out of my chest, I thought about what the old man said so I replied “About what? I don’t know what you’re talking about” they came closer – eyes white, corpse-like complexion, fangs “We know that you’re just pretending. We know you can see us.”
& that’s when I woke up. Ugh.
