NightMare # Title#1
I am walking down a long wet sidewalk on a very chilly evening. It's getting dark very quickly so I begin to move a bit faster (I don't like the dark). Suddenly, I notice a very old house appearing before me. I stop and stand there for a moment, in awe, just staring at the dilapidating, aged building. Although I sense there is something evil about the house, I somehow feel compelled to explore its interior. I slowly make my way down the walkway and up the concrete steps leading to the large wooden front door. The door looks ancient with its chipped paint and cracks throughout the frame. Hesitantly, I reach down and twist the door handle. Finding it to be unlocked, I push it open and cautiously step inside the house to a foyer. I stand still for a moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Looking to my left, I notice that the living room is very dirty and in disarray. There are pieces of broken furniture scattered about as well as an old piano leaning perilously close to a moss-covered Victorian fireplace. I confidently decide to examine the rest of the house but find most of it in disrepair like the living room. When I enter the kitchen area, I come to a stairway that appears to lead to the basement. The support railing on the stairs seems very shaky and is broken off halfway down. The steps are wooden and look as though they had been ravaged by many generations of termites. As this is the last room of the house I have not yet explored, I decide to proceed down the steps so I can inspect the basement and go home. Very carefully, I inch down the creaky old steps until I reach bottom. I am suddenly inhibited by an eerie feeling that I may not be alone. I am afraid and anxious, yet still curious. As I look around, I see old dented paint cans and broken shelves isolated to the left of the room. As I turn to the right, I am surprised to see a strange human figure standing in the shadows. Startled, I instinctively scream out, "Who's there?!" But I receive no answer. I stand frozen, staring at the dark figure, straining to see movement or make out a face. "Maybe it's just a statue" I think to myself. "Of course it is" I justify. I sluggishly tiptoe closer toward the shape but really can't make out what it is until I'm just several feet away. It looks like the image of an old woman. She is facing to the side of me. Her hair is long and tattered and she is wearing a very old dress. In disbelief, I open my eyes wide and move in a bit closer in an attempt to gain focus on her face. She then moves! She's alive! She seems to be staring off into space with a pair of black, dead eyes and her face is completely pale, almost white. Stunned, I jump back! As I do, her face turns sharply toward me and our eyes meet! Her demonic stare seems to penetrate my soul like a knife! I turn to run but I can only move in slow motion! Seeming like an eternity, I finally reach the stairs, too frightened to look back. As I jump onto the first step of the staircase, I feel a cold boney hand grab my leg! I stumble and fall hard into the rotting wood of the steps, cutting and splintering my chin! I struggle to my knees and turn to face the woman. She grasps tightly to my quivering ankle with her icy fingers! Her eyes focus hungrily on the blood trickling down my wounded chin and a evil grin appears on her otherwise emotionless mouth! She pulls me back down the stairs and I begin to kick at her with my free leg...

That's when I woke up. This dream was uncannily vivid and very disturbing to me.
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NightMare # Title#2
This is a recurring dream that haunts me every Halloween.

I am in a large open field that is lush with thick green grass. The air is misty and the skies are a solemn grey. It is cold and damp and I am chilled to the bone. I wear layers of warm clothes and with both gloved hands, I hold a warm cup of tea. I walk with confidence, yet my destination is never revealed to me. There is no sound and that's what makes it so eerie. As I walk, I come across a small stream that seems to be out of place. "Why, in a flat open field is there a stream?" I mutter out loud. I also notice that there is a dwarf-like footbridge, no longer than a few feet long that traverses the lowly trickling stream. I am confused, so I stand quizzically and examine the odd little bridge. I remain still, thinking, teacup in hand, for what seems like an eternity. Under my breath, I ask myself, "Should I cross this bridge or simply go around it?" I don't know why this is such a tough decision for me to make. I could just as easily jump over the minuscule water flow - or could I? I finally decide to place my foot on the bridge and quickly follow it with the other. Nothing of significance happens. I don't know what I expected. I then begin to take tiny pronounced steps, feeling increasingly apprehensive about crossing. Suddenly, I notice that the petite footbridge is growing longer and raising higher above the ground as I go. In addition, the once trickling stream is no longer a simple minor flow, but has become this roaring, angry torrent of waves with sharp rocks protruding on either side. My heart is pounding furiously! I am soaked with sweat and relentless oscillations of panic set in. I stop cold and decide that I must now turn back. As I reverse my path, I am confronted by a man in a black cape, face hidden. In his hand he holds a sickle. I realize instantly that this must be the infamous grim reaper! I once again do an about-face and try to run, but I don't seem able to gain any speed! I move as if in slow motion. I then hear a most frightening sound, "swoosh, swoosh..." and know at once what it is. Death is swinging the sickle at my feet and is quickly gaining on me! I turn to see how close he is to me and the creature, now on horseback, seems to have already penetrated my own mortal soul! I close my eyes and raise my hands, trying to shield myself from the impending moment of my death. Suddenly, SNAP! One of the bridge planks cracks with the full weight of my body close behind. I manage to grab a part of the bridge with both hands as I fall. I hang there, swinging and holding on for dear life! I look around and down. Below me reside unforgiving rapids, angular rocks and most certainly my demise. The still-warm cup of tea that I had absent-mindedly held in my hand during this whole ordeal falls harmlessly past me and disappears into the watery abyss below the bridge. I look up again and decide to try and raise myself through the broken bridge opening, but, as I do, I see him! The grim reaper is standing over me, still on horseback. He raises his shiny silver sickle high above his head to strike, and at that very moment, I wake up...

I wait in terror for this dream to occur every Halloween and it never fails. On October 31st, just before the clock strikes twelve, I awake in a cold sweat.
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NightMare # Title#3
Here's a nightmare that still gets me scared when I think about moving to a new location...

My family decided to buy a new house in the center of town. One weekend, we went house hunting and found just the right one. It was a big mansion on top of this big spooky hill adjacent to a graveyard. When my parents bought it, I was very excited and went straight back to the old house to get my stuff packed and ready to move. The next day, my dad and I went to the new place to see how much work we would have to do to the inside. Strangely, after looking around for a while, I thought I heard something coming from the basement. It sounded like music, but I was sure it was just from the neighbor's house and decided to ignore it as I followed my dad upstairs. I picked out one of the rooms toward the back of the house to be my very own. I was so happy. Suddenly, while looking in the closet of my new room, I felt a cold draft flow through my hair and clothing. I asked my dad if he felt that and he said he didn't feel anything. Again, I simply shrugged it off thinking it was just me. After we had checked out the entire place, we went outside and met my brother and mother in the driveway. They had all of our stuff in a trailer and were ready to move on in. We unpacked everything and were looking forward to spending our first night in the new place. Tired, all of us sat in the living room drinking a soda and experiencing that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you accomplish a great task. That's when I heard the music from the basement again. As before, I tried to ignore it. This time however, the music didn't go away. It kept getting louder and louder. I started to freak out a little bit which frightened my parents. My dad said he'd go down to the basement and show me that there was nothing there. I followed him down and discovered he was right - there was nothing in the basement but a damp smell and silence. Relieved, I decided to go to bed and get a good night's sleep. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the same music I had heard earlier that day. I got up and went straight to my parents' room to wake up my dad. To my surprise, neither one of them were there. I ran into my brother's room and found he wasn't there either! I called out to them but there was no answer. I was getting really scared! I ran downstairs looking for my family. That's when I heard the music again. This time it was extremely loud. I went into the kitchen and stood in front of the basement entrance. To my amazement, the music was so loud it was causing the basement door to shake and rattle! I thought I heard my dad's voice coming from behind the door, so, cautious but determined, I opened the door and descended the stairs to the basement. To my astonishment, I could see my parents, along with many people I had never seen before, dancing to the music of Rob Zombie! "What the hell?!" I yelled out. I walked over to my parents and asked them what they were doing. But it was as if they couldn't hear me, like they were under some sort of mesmerizing magic spell. Suddenly, the music became even louder than before. It was hurting my ears! That's when everyone in the room, including my parents and my brother, stopped dancing. They turned to the basement walls, which were filled with hanging tools, and began grabbing anything they could find. The people were now wielding axes, knives, chainsaws and even screwdrivers. They then faced one another and began to approach with this killer look in their eyes. My mother, holding an axe, proceeded to hack up my dad! I screamed at her to stop but that just seemed to make her angry. She turned toward me, swinging the blood covered axe high above her head! I tried to run away but it was as if my legs weighed a ton! I just made it up the stairs when my mom grabbed my leg and flipped me around! She lifted the axe and swung it decidedly toward my stunned little head! The instant before the steel penetrated my skin, I woke up...

This dream has repeated itself many times. Now I'm afraid to move anywhere. This nightmare is going to haunt me for the rest of my life!
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NightMare # Title#4
I was probably about ten or eleven when I had a dream that I just couldn't get out of my mind. I've never told anyone about this until now. The ending is going to seem crazy, but every single bit of it is true. I will never forget it...

In my dream, I was in a very large, dreary and dark castle. There was no furniture to be found and there were cobwebs everywhere you looked. I was with a bunch of friends and, as kids will do, they were all daring me to do something that sounded a bit odd. They told me that the castle was haunted by lost spirits and they wanted me to be in a seance with them. At first I said no, but then they told me the whole story... In real life, I have only one sister. In the dream however, I had a sister and a brother that had died before I was even born. For some reason, I didn't know how they had died, only that it was an accident. One of my female friends sat me down and told me that my mother and two siblings had lived in this big house and they died in some kind of freak mishap one day. She also told me that their spirits roamed the house in search of their mother. How she acquired all of this information was unclear to me. Anyway, to appease my friends, I decided to play along and join their silly seance. Little did I know I was in for an unforgettable experience. We all gathered in a circle and my friend lit several candles she had pulled out of her purse. She then began to recite something from a book she had mysteriously tucked away under her shirt. I cant remember how the words went, but we all seemed to know them somehow and began to echo each phrase simultaneously. After a few minutes of chanting, a huge whirling cloud of white smoke began to rise from the ground! The smoke turned into a violent storm and the candles flickered and flashed but didn't extinguish. I was frightened out of my mind! All of the sudden, I looked up at the cloud and saw the faces of two people appear in its misty makeup. The faces were blurry at first, then I could see them perfectly. They were the faces of my lost brother and sister! They caught my eyes and returned my gaze in a very peculiar way. They then materialized in full body form and seemed to float to the ground. I examined their features in disbelief! They were so young! At first, they stood motionless, just staring at me. Then, slowly, my sister moved toward me. I froze! I wanted to get the hell out of there, but I also wanted to stay with my sister. She tried to say something to me and I noticed tears forming in her eyes. I couldn't really make out what she was saying so I just remained still, watching her. Now crying, she then reached out and touched my face with a soft but icy hand. I immediately felt a strong, compelling connection to her. No longer able to control my emotions, I broke down and began to cry. Strangely, all the while, my brother just stood there harboring little or no expression. My sister then kissed me on the forehead and they both vanished before my eyes.

That's when I woke up and stayed awake for the rest of the night. After a short time had passed, I again saw my dream brother and sister manifest themselves. But I was awake this time! I watched as they floated over my real sister's bed. They seemed to be studying her with their sad eyes. It somehow appeared as if they found peace and solace by admiring my real sister's sleeping face. Then, like in the dream, they looked back at me and quickly disappeared. On several occasions after that, I asked my mother if she had any other kids besides me and my sister. Each time I'd ask however, she would reply with an emphatic "NO!" I will never forget this dream as long as I live...
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NightMare # Title#5
Up until a few years ago, I had never heard of animal spirit guides. I was not aware of a constant animal presence that I believe is with us all, until I had a dream that put things in proper perspective for me.

When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I remember waking up one morning and stretching my arms over my head and behind my bed, slightly touching an adjoining wall with my hands. As I did this, I felt someone grab my hand. I wasn't afraid however, just curious as to what it could be. I leaned over to take a look, but there was nothing there, nor could anyone fit in that 6 inch space between my bed and the wall anyway. This happened again when I was 10. After stretching, a hand squeezed mine. I looked, and again, nothing to be seen. A few years later, and now sleeping at the bottom end of my pillow to avoid the "hands," I had just awakened and was looking at my ceiling trying to focus my eyes. Suddenly, I felt something pull at my hair. As with the last two times, I felt compelled to check it out, but wasn't overly frightened about what I'd find. And, as before, I could find nothing even remotely responsible for the hair pulling. Confused, I knew that this wasn't one of those "awake" dreams. I was awake. There was no doubt about it. I would not have picked up in real life where I had left off in a dream, would I? No. I was sure this was real. After time had passed, I rarely even thought about these incidents until recently. I experienced it again! I just woke up and noticed the sun shining through my bedroom window. I was enjoying the moment and relaxing before beginning my busy day. "Ouch!" I yelled. Something or someone had grabbed my hair! It wasn't like a hand as in previous encounters, it was more like a claw! This time it really creeped me out! I jumped out of bed and looked under and around it. Nothing... "What the hell is going on?" I murmured to myself. Each night after that I would look under the bed before going to sleep. I also slept toward the middle of my soft mattress and as far away from the wall as I could get without experiencing too much discomfort. Shortly thereafter, I just happened to overhear a conversation about animal spirit guides. Intrigued by the concept, I did a little research on the subject and it left me wondering what kind of animal would be assigned to me had I my own spirit guide. I would know the answer to that question sooner than I thought...

Several more nights had passed when I dreamt I was in the front hallway of my house. It was around midnight and I was crying uncontrollably, but I don't know the reason why. As I was wiping the tears from my cheeks, a large, muscular, black panther gracefully ascended the front porch stairs and seemed to glide into the hallway. Its impressive black coat of beautiful hair glistened crisply in the moonlight. Startled but undaunted, I gazed awestruck into its noble, green, all-knowing eyes and asked, "Are you my spirit guide?" Now, from what I had recently discovered, spirit guide animals can't communicate by means of human speech, so I really didn't expect an answer. That's when the exquisite exotic beast gently curled up around my leg, looked up at me with a loving glance and slowly nodded, "yes." The dream then ended...

After I experienced that dream, all of the previous hand and claw incidents in my bedroom finally made sense to me. It was my spirit guide panther warning me of upcoming troubles and events. Although now, I can't remember what all of them were, I believe that the hand that grabbed mine when I was a small child was my animal guide trying to warn me that my grandfather was going to die. And on subsequent occasions, other life changing events occurred as well. This may sound strange, but currently, instead of grabbing my hand or hair, I seem to see cats right before something is going to happen. The cats always appear outside. And most of the time, while driving in my car. I know they are not strays because there are just too many of them. If a cat looks directly at me, good things usually come to pass. If I see the cats running away to avoid my glance, bad things usually occur. One night I was driving around and decided to park at the beach. I had been seeing cats for the last couple of days. I happened to glance in my rearview mirror and noticed a cat walking in the sand behind my car. When I jumped out of the car to take a closer look at him, he was gone. The following day I found out a friend had died. Weird, huh? After talking with my father and grandmother about these recent experiences, they both revealed to me that cats have been indirect messengers to them as well.

I just moved out of the house where all of my childhood spirit guide incidents took place, and into a new apartment with my husband. I haven't experienced the "hand" for several years now. If I do, I know that the probable outcome will not be good. At the very least though, I also find comfort with the knowledge that there is another form of support to help me through mortal life.
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