I often experience vivid dreams in which I am paralyzed and the only thing that I see is dark figures standing above me… They don’t do anything other than stand there and whisper dark secrets. I sometimes question whether they are just a figment of my imagination or something different, maybe a Council of benevolent beings that reside within my mind. Being who feed off of the imagination of young souls, and as they move from dream to dream they take the creations of our minds and bring them into existence. But then again, as I sit here writing about these I am bringing the concept of them into existence. Which means that Beings who bring ideas into reality are merely ideas brought into reality.
When I was four I got lost in a mall. My mom had gone off to a store while I wasn’t paying attention and I got separated from her. It wasn’t long before I realized I was hopelessly lost, I began to cry. Of course this didn’t get me far anyone who was walking by pretended I wasn’t there, who wants to deal with a crying baby after all. Eventually I began to wander around in the hopes that I would find my mother out of shear luck.
As I wandered the massive building I noticed things that didn’t seem right, some of the people were abnormally proportioned, the displays in front of the stores featured terrible things that I shudder to think about even now. I was really scared now, I wanted to scream for help but the people were the things that terrified me, they were all wearing dark clothing and masks with terrible grins and no eyes. The masked people all ignored me, they denied my existence.
I began to cry again, but this time I got their attention. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at me with their twisted, blind faces. The masked people all crowded around me, silently watching as I cried. This only made me want to cry more. I fell to the ground and curled up into a ball. Then I heard the masked people whispering, the whole crowd seemed to be saying my name. Over and over again they said it. “Ethan, Ethan, ETHAN…”
They got louder and louder, to the point where they were practically screaming my name, then… the voices of the masked people seemed to change into the voice of one person. I looked up to see my mother looking down at me with tears in her eyes, I looked around and saw a crowd of people who all looked normal. Outside the moon was high in the sky, apparently I had been missing for hours.
I am writing this now because it is something that has haunted me for years. I cannot be in a large group of people without having and anxiety attack. And now, the more I think about that day the less things seem to make sense. Why did it take so long for my mom to find me, who were the people in the masks, what exactly happened? Sometimes, I can see the strange people out of the corner of my eye, watching me. The stand in crowds or hide in alleys. In a way I feel like they are protecting me but the feeling I get when I see them is not at all how safe should feel.
Please if anyone else has had an experience like mine or maybe sees these people too, if you have any knowledge of who they are or what they want, contact me. I know I can’t be alone in this.
The girl in the background of the second photo…
Nathan stood in the archway that lead into his kitchen. His sister was at the stove making herself some pasta, in the other room his brother was sitting on the couch with a laptop in front of him. “I’m going to bed,” he said aloud. His sister looked up from the pot to him and nodded silently, his brother made no sign that he’d heard Nathan ‘s statement. It was pretty much the same as any other night. He turned and went down to the basement where his room was. It was cold down there, like always.
Nathan stood in the archway that lead into the kitchen. His sister was looking in the fridge for leftovers, in the other room his brother was looking at his laptop. “I’m going to bed,” he said. His sister waved without turning from the rows of chilled food. Nathans brother didn’t look up from his screen. It was like any other night. He turned around and went down the stairs to the basement where his room was. It was cold there, like always.
Nathan stood in the archway that lead into the kitchen. His brother was at the stove making good stir fry, while his sister was in the other room watching television. “I’m going to bed.” he said loud enough to be heard over the blaring cartoons. His brother replied with a goodnight and his sister continued to watch the TV. Nathan turned around and went up the stairs to where his room was. It was like any other night, it was cold.
Nathan stood on the ledge at the place where he worked, below him people were shouting and behind him a man was talking to him. It was like any other night. “I’m going to bed,” he said to the man behind him. The man moved forward and tried to grab Nathan but he was too late. Nathan fell from the building to the screaming people below. It was like any other night. Nathan felt cold.
Nathan stood in the archway that lead into his kitchen. His wife was cooking casserole and his son was in the living room. “I’m going to bed now,” he said. His wife looked to him and said “Sleep well, dear.” He went into the other room and kissed his son on the forehead. Nathan walked up the stairs to his room and climbed under the sheets, they were cold.
Nathan stood in the archway that lead into his kitchen. His wife and child were on the floor in front of him, just like his brother and sister were all those years ago. Just like any other night. “I’m going to bed,” He took the knife he used to kill them with and held it to his throat. The blade was cold.
Detective Martin stood in the archway that lead into the kitchen. He looked at the mutilated body of the wife propped up against the stove covered in a rotten casserole. The boy was sitting on the couch, the remote was in his hand. “He’s in the bed.” his partner said from the upstairs bedroom. The detective took a deep breath before going, whoever this guy was, he was cold.
Nathan was laying in his bed upstairs. The knife was in his heart and the police were in the doorway. “God… How could something like this happen?” The partner said, Martin walked over and looked at Nathan. “I guess he just got tired of the same old thing.” Detective Martin got up and walked outside, the sun shone on him, but it was cold.
If you ever wake up in the middle of the night to a sound you’ve never heard before
Stay in bed
If you get up, your door will be open.
If you find yourself standing in this doorway and see nothing behind it but darkness
Close the door
If you don’t, they know you are there.
If they know where you are,
Find a place to hide quickly
If you don’t, they will come into the room.
If they are in the room, hold your breath and don’t let go
If you do, they will find you.
If they find you, don’t scream, don’t run, don’t try to fight
It won’t save you.
Sounds are beautiful things
Like symphony strings
Or a Christmas bells ring
Sounds are quiet things
Like flutes tooting
Or violins plucking
Sounds are loud things
Like trumpets sounding
Or drums beating
Sounds are simple things
But only when they are alone
Because when they meet they become music
The music of love And hate
Joy And sorrow
Peace and war
Celebration and mourning
Sounds are sad things
Because they are close in the beginning
But distant in the end