Princess-of—arendelle asked Simba or
come with me
and you’ll be
in a world
ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT, POSTING CREEPY THING FOR SIXPENCEEE
I was about six or seven, and my room was at the very top of the stairs, with my parents down the hall and to the left. Maybe it was the fact that I had an overactive imagination, but the dreams I had were still creepy.
They always, always involved something coming out of my closet. They resembled people, but kind of lanky. They looked like mummies, had bandages and things on their face, mummified looking skin, all that jazz.
In my dreams I always woke up, looked over at my bedroom door, it was always closed. I felt a fear, like I needed to go get to my mom. I always tried to scream, but nothing would come out. That’s when they came out of the closet.
Always one at a time, it would open the door and come out, sometimes I would black out and that was the end of the dream, but sometimes I would get to the door, it would come out, and pick me up. I remember one time my body refused to move, I think it was Their fault.
They didn’t really ever scare me. They never, ever tried harming me in any way. I remember multiple dreams involving one picking me up and cradling me, like you would a baby, and rocking me back to sleep, staring down at me.
I remember one time, It was too slow I suppose, and I got out of my room. I know why they didn’t want me to leave. From where the stairs started all I could see was inky blackness, it was like a large cliff that reached out into a never ending void.
There was a metal gryphon doorstop next to me, to my left. Instead of how it usually was, it had eyes and could move, though it couldn’t get off of its metal base. It glared at me, screeching and nipping at my feet.
When I woke up the next morning, my mom was confused at the fact I had vomit in my hair. When I went to bed I wasn’t ill, and I felt fine when I woke up. Not sure why there was barf in my hair or how it got there, but yeah.
So thanks, guys, for making me go back to sleep instead of waking my mom up in the dead of night because I was scared.
Remember when everyone wanted to fuck that one clock
Texts from superheroes.
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