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something brushes my cheek as I sleep tiny footsteps perhaps and I awake in the vaguely lit room somewhat startled for this is the second time in two nights but on this night I do not simply turn over the dreams, these nightmares of sorts are beginning to extend well past the moment of being awake now propped on one arm I focus my eyes and sweep first across my pillow slowly to the edge of the mattress which is inches from the floor I see it not scampering but walking away at a normal gate this bright neon red spider   large and life like moving away towards the corner wait! I'm fully awake and I'm seeing this, the thought occurred my every nerve twitching in icewater it's legs cartoonishly long and thin I watched in stark silence as it bent low and weaved its way through the space between my slippers then behind a box of videos I sat in disbelief again asking myself if I were awake but I knew there was no need to slap myself this time I slowly leaned towards the box and pulled it quickly towards me it was gone and I was still awake still in some place between disbelief and shock how does one escape their nightmares when they cross from dream to reality
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
red specter
something brushes my cheek as I sleep tiny footsteps perhaps and I awake in the vaguely lit room somewhat startled for this is the second time in two nights but on this night I do not simply turn over the dreams, these nightmares of sorts are beginning to extend well past the moment of being awake now propped on one arm I focus my eyes and sweep first across my pillow slowly to the edge of the mattress which is inches from the floor I see it not scampering but walking away at a normal gate this bright neon red spider   large and life like moving away towards the corner wait! I'm fully awake and I'm seeing this, the thought occurred my every nerve twitching in icewater it's legs cartoonishly long and thin I watched in stark silence as it bent low and weaved its way through the space between my slippers then behind a box of videos I sat in disbelief again asking myself if I were awake but I knew there was no need to slap myself this time I slowly leaned towards the box and pulled it quickly towards me it was gone and I was still awake still in some place between disbelief and shock how does one escape their nightmares when they cross from dream to reality
oldie - true story - slightly revised
#ghost#phenomenon#strange#haunting#true
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
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