Evil Watches, Evil WaitsNovember 20, 2013, 0 Comments
I know this sounds like any other story but it is really starting to scare me now, so here I go.
I am your average British 17-year-old living in, what I think, is the least haunted place in England, but I keep having these dreams, well more nightmares really. They have been going on for eight years and a few months now and I have always been interested in the paranormal but I have never believed it to be a reality, but now… I am just not sure anymore. Anyway, these dreams all feature the same woman, long black/brown hair, pin straight falling just below her shoulders. She is always wearing this fitted plain black dress; it is calf-length with mid-length sleeves that end at the elbow. I have never seen below her knees so I cannot comment on shoes or anything, but from the back she looks like any normal woman going for a night out at a semi-formal party or something. But from the front is a different story, her skin is so pale but with a slightly greyish tinge. Her eyes are the most haunting though, they are wide and surrounded by coal black mascara and eyeliner, but they radiate hate and malice and they seem cold and dead. The pupils blend into the irises perfectly so they look like inky black pools surrounded by a sea of white. Yes she has been close enough to me for me to see her in this detail, trust me; it was the most terrifying thing in the world. When she gets close I see that her cheeks are hollow, they actually go into her face, and I have drawn that face but ripped it up and burned them because they scared me.
My first dream with her in it started when I was eleven, but she didn’t really bother me much because she was a ‘background’ character in my dreams. But since then she has been coming more and more apparent in my life. The first full on dream/vision I have had of her went like this: I was just sitting on my bed reading and I think that I hear my doorbell going. So I go downstairs but it isn’t my downstairs anymore. Sure it looks similar but it looks older and darker, the oak banisters now look more like some sort of dark wood and there is this huge cupboard by the stairs. There are no carpets or anything and I feel like I have just stepped into a totally different world, but another thing I notice is how still everything is. I hear this shrill scream from outside, so I crawl under this cupboard because I feel terrified. I can actually feel my heart racing away in my chest, threatening to explode. My front door swings open and the woman — who looks quite alive at this point — runs through the door and slams it behind her. She then runs up the stairs next to me whilst leaving a trail of water behind her from the rain outside. I can hear her breath coming out in ragged gasps; I was staring after her as well as I could from under this cupboard. My adrenaline is pumping around by body like crazy at this point and I start to crawl out from under the cupboard, but something stops me and I somehow know that I should get back under the cupboard, so I do so. I hear the doorknob rattle, like someone is trying to get in from the outside, something heavy whacks against the door and it bursts open. There is a figure in a deep reddish black trench coat, but is carrying and old fashioned gun. It looks like the butt and trigger of a musket but its barrel is shaped more like the end of a trumpet, I can’t remember the name properly, I think it is called a blunderbuss or something.
I can’t see too much because it is no lighter outside than it is in the dark house. He had a broad-brimmed hat that that covered his face in black shadow, but his presence sent every hair on my body on edge. He gently shut the door behind him then started towards the stairs. I was biting my lips to stop myself from screaming and giving myself away because I had a feeling that this was not just a dream. I could hear his feet padding softly up the stairs and his breath coming out calmly and slowly, in contrast to the breathing I heard that sounded like someone had just run the marathon. I assumed that was the woman at the top of the stairs or somewhere else close by, I heard her pleading cries then I heard a single shot. Something was falling down the stairs, and then I saw the woman at the bottom of the stairs facing me. It was obvious she was dead, her eyes had this glazed look and blood was coming out her mouth, I could see a dark patch flowering over her dress as blood soaked the jet black material. Footsteps stomped down the steps and I saw the man stand over the body and laugh. It was a chilling laugh, there was no soul in it and it had no remorse. He then proceeded to open the door and leave; I looked back to the woman’s body, and my heart was racing. I felt like her eyes were burning into me, blaming me for not helping her. What could I have done? I looked away from those haunting eyes, into the blackness behind me. Next thing I know, my sister is shouting that dinner is ready and my heart is still in my mouth and threatening to run away.
A few weeks later this dream/vision or whatever is still very fresh in my mind (even to this day it gives me chills) but I just pass it off to myself as no more than a dream. Anyway, during this week I get the ‘sequel’ to the dream. It is the same house, dark and old-fashioned with the same enormous cupboard in the hallway. I hear the rain outside the door and see a flash of light and ear-splitting boom of thunder so I guess that there is a storm outside; there is part of me that wants to go outside because I get the feeling that it is safer in the wild storm than it is in the dead, dark house. But I can’t move. It is when I hear footsteps coming closer to the door that I seemed to mobilise myself and squeeze under the trusty cupboard once again. I knew that this was not going to be a good experience. Sure enough the handle goes down and the door swings open easily to reveal the same figure in the trench coat and gun. I see the hat turning from side to side as the figure inspects the surroundings he has entered while walking forwards. He turns and closes the door, but in the corner of my eye I see something move on the stairs by the banisters. It is gone before he turns back around and heads for the stairs.
I want to stop him from going but again I am immobilised and I can’t cry out. I hear the beginning of a scream which is cut short and I hear a thump of something falling to the floor. I then see something sliding down the stairs; a black shadow makes its way to the bottom of the stairs before it grows taller and becomes the dead woman. She only seems formed from the knees upwards, so she looks like a swooping shadowy dress from my angle under the cupboard. She swoops past until I can see her swish around the corner to elsewhere; I took my chances and slid out from under the cupboard and headed for the door. However I stop in my tracks and turn towards the stairs. For some reason I am suddenly upstairs next to the trench coat man’s body. I still can’t see his face so I go to remove his hat until I hear slithering near the bottom of the stairs. I run into the closest bedroom which looks like my older brother’s old room (my room now) and scramble under the bed, I can see outside the door and the feet and legs of the man in the trench coat.
The shadow slides next to the body’s feet then seems to pause, then I get the feeling that it is staring at me. The woman materializes from it lying on her front staring at me with those cold, dead eyes. I close my own eyes and I feel coldness enveloping me head to foot. I woke up shivering that night, despite my blankets. Since then I think that I catch small glimpses of her, it doesn’t seem to matter whether I am awake, asleep or in-between. I feel like she is always watching me.
The last glimpse I had of her was when I was trying to get some sleep, which wasn’t really working. My room was really dark with only a little light from the streetlamp outside, then I saw a tall dark shadow with a pale face in front of my wardrobe; she was looking at me with what I can only describe as murderous rage. I saw her slowly gliding towards me so I did what most people would do, and scrunched my eyes tightly closed and tensed every muscle in my body preparing for…I don’t know…something bad to happen, I guess. I felt the same ice cold feeling grip my body and I felt like something was stopping me from breathing. Or someone. My eyes opened fully and I saw her face in every detail about an inch from mine. The black irises and pupils that made her eyes seem like black, dead holes; sunken cheeks and sallow, pale skin. She didn’t seem to breathe but her long ebony hair felt like the breath of death as it touched my face; her pale lips seemed almost blue in the darkness and they were tightly drawn into a grimace of hatred. If she had stayed longer I would have screamed, but she shot backwards through my closed door with that look still on her face.
I try to get as much sleep as I can nowadays, but I am always aware of this malevolent presence in my dreams and when I am awake. She hasn’t been that close to me since and for that I am glad, but even now I can be walking from my room to the bathroom and see her white, evil face glaring at me from the stairs. She seems to be attached to me somehow; I literally can’t escape from her. She can be anywhere at any time and it scares me. Sometimes I think of getting help but who would believe this?! I would sound like a total nutcase. By writing this down I feel a little better for some reason. It is like why some people write lists to help get some order into their lives, I write what I have seen and it makes me feel a little more in control. That probably sounds silly, but then again read the story above, I saw these images/visions/dreams or whatever you want to call them, and I feel like…I don’t know…almost like I am losing it. I don’t know what to think anymore.
Update #1: 08/09/11
I have started seeing this thing outside my house; I have seen it on my way home twice. This dream is always the same and always comes in two halves or as one long dream. I don’t get much sleep at the moment. I hate this.
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