Scarywood

 Journal entry My dream:

 I suddenly stumbled upon a peculiar scene. Two men were hanging lights outside on a clothesline, their faces obscured by the shadows. Intrigued, I followed the line of lights that led me to a mysterious, dimly lit hallway. Most of the bulbs were burnt out, casting an eerie glow on the walls.

The man hanging the lights assured me that they had worked when they tested them. Unsettled, I ascended a creaky staircase that seemed to stretch into infinity. As I reached the top, I found myself in a corridor adorned with signs bearing cryptic messages like "Scarywood." The atmosphere shifted, and the once vibrant carnival vibe gave way to an unsettling sense of unease.

The rooms that sprawled before me were not what I expected. Instead of typical house decor, each one resembled a haunted museum, filled with oddities. A long hallway stretched before me, dimly lit by flickering candlelight, leading to children's rooms. Two little girls peacefully slept in their beds, while two boys, no older than eight, seemed distressed.

Approaching one of the boys with brown hair, he looked up vacant eyes and muttered, "The shirt you are wearing is too warm." Confused, I opened the dresser, revealing an array of more comfortable shirts.

Leaving the children's rooms, I ventured further into the odd mansion. The hallway branched off into numerous darkened rooms, each with an open door tempting me to explore. The dark wood and antique ambiance suggested an 1800s mansion, creating an unsettling atmosphere that sent shivers down my spine.

Curiosity compelled me to peek into one of the shadowy rooms. What lay beyond those open doors remained a mystery, an invitation to unravel the secrets hidden within the house. The air was thick with anticipation as I hesitated, wondering whether I should dare to uncover the mysteries concealed in the darkness.

 

This story originated in the realm of my dreams

Deedee Jebrail 

The Storm in the Distance Dream

Journal entry my dream:

The dimly lit hotel room was filled with an air of anticipation as I sat on the floor, surrounded by the scattered pages and sketches that adorned the man's peculiar dream journal. His dreams seemed to weave a complex tapestry of the universe, with galaxies and constellations depicted in intricate detail. Two thick books lay open beside him, filled with unsettling drawings that hinted at a world beyond our comprehension.

As I poured over the dream interpretations, a shiver ran down my spine, and I decided to take a break. Rising from the floor, I made my way to the living room, drawn to the large window that overlooked the sprawling city of Lights. The neon lights and distant hum of the city created an illusion of normalcy, but the air was thick with an unsettling energy.

Intent on changing into more comfortable attire, I glanced down and noticed I was still wearing my shirt that humorously declared, "The answer is champagne." A nervous laugh escaped my lips, momentarily distracting me from the strangeness of the situation. However, my gaze was soon drawn to the open window.

As I moved to close it, my eyes widened at the sight unfolding beyond the glass. A surreal storm, unlike anything I had ever witnessed, loomed on the horizon. Massive gray clouds billowed menacingly, resembling a bomb with tendrils of smoke. It was a storm of unparalleled magnitude, and it was headed directly for me.

In the distance, the thunderous sound of an explosion echoed, but this was no ordinary storm. The rolling clouds advanced with an almost sentient force, demolishing concrete buildings and sending shock waves through the city. Panic ensued, and the sound of terrified screams filled the air.

Fear gripped me as I stumbled backward, torn between the instinct to flee and the uncertainty of where safety lay. The window provided a chilling vantage point as the destructive force drew nearer. With a quick decision, I closed the blinds, shutting out the nightmarish scene unfolding outside.

I stood there in the darkness, heart pounding, questioning the reality of the surreal events. The hotel room now felt like a fragile sanctuary, and I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever horror had descended upon the city was not bound by walls or barriers.

As the muffled sounds of chaos persisted beyond the closed blinds, I couldn't help but wonder if the answer truly was champagne or if the nightmare outside would breach the fragile safety of the hotel room. The air was thick with an impending sense of doom, leaving me to contemplate whether I had found refuge or merely a temporary respite from the impending storm.

 

This story originated in the realm of my dreams

Deedee Jebrail