An experience I had.

[Xahmen]

I remember that I was having a dream in which I couldn't sleep.
In my dream I was walking around my house avoiding my mother, and when I finally laid down I was facing my wall away from my door.
I heard my mother step into my room, and in my dream-logic I knew that if she saw I was awake I would be in trouble.
I closed my eyes and held still.

She was walking towards my bed and she was whispering to me.
I couldn't understand.
She was whispering, but for the love of God I just couldn't understand.

Damiendamiendamiendamiendamiendamien-

I understood, and in that understanding came the understanding of reality.
I wasn't asleep.

-damiendamiendamiendamiendamiendamiendamiendamien-
My mother wasn't in the room, and the voice wasn't right.
It was too husky, too light, too alone.

But I stayed with my face to my window, away from the voice, away from the weight that had just lowered itself on my bed.
Whatever that voice was, it was laying next to me like you lay next to a lover; and I could feel a clammy touch running along my back as what could only be described as a pair of frigid breasts pressed against me.
My mother was flatchested.

-damiendamiendamiendamiendamiendamiendamiendamiendamienDAMIEN.
The voice inscesently whispered into my right ear, each repition of my name becoming more violently passionate.
I felt a hand grope at my crotch, and I began to cry. This was just too much for an eighteen year-old nobody.

I couldn't m-damiendamiendamiendamien-ove, I felt like I had been nailed to the -lovemedamien-bedpost. I felt dirty, I felt alive, I felt like I was going to die.
It turned me to face it.

I cried harder.
I felt nails tear into my side, my crotch, my chest, my face.
I felt teeth sink into my shoulder and a tongue flick across my wet eyelids.

She had the largest eyes I had ever seen, no white or colour.
Just black that you could lose the light of your life in.
I didn't wake up, because I was already awake.

Author's Note

So I'd like to say that this is a dream I had, but it wasn't.
I was awake, but I don't really know what happened.
It was happening, and then I blinked and it wasn't.
I had the scratches, the marks, the tears.
S'allright though, just a dream.
Ghosts aren't real.  

[lucyVUITTON]

gonk Scary. Did you ever tell anyone what happened or is it your little secret?

Oh, and it was well-written. <3 I love how it was interrupted by the "Damien's" a lot. Mid-word, even.  

[Xahmen]

Told some people, talked to a doctor, found out some medical stuff.
Like I said, ghosts don't exist.

So I must have missed you in the intro thread, my name's Damien (or Zahmen if you want to go by my screenname), I'm a moderator here.  

[KirbyVictorious]

Frikkin' cool in writing. Frikkin' bad in real life.

I do this sometimes, only it doesn't hurt me...on the outside...hrm. And it's way less creepy but way more violent.  

[Xahmen]

Congrats, you may have epilepsy.  

[KirbyVictorious]

Yay? I don't know what that is?

*goes to look it up*


.........could have this. But I don't randomly have seizures? Or fall unconscious?  

[Voxxx]

You seriously had like, scratches? Really real ones? I shudder to think of it.  

[lucyVUITTON]

Zahmen: Hm. Yeah. I made this guild with Waffles. :]
I've just never been active and I finally decided that I need to. I'm a mod too, look it up. xD;

So yes. Anyways. I kind of believe in ghosts, but I don't believe they could do something like that. What medical stuff did you find out? It's quite interetsing to learn this kind of stuff. o.o"  

[Xahmen]

I was having a siezure, turns out I have siezures in my sleep.  

[KirbyVictorious]

That's awful, but wicked cool at the same time. Do you still?  

[Call_Me_Deb]

Zahmen

I was having a siezure, turns out I have siezures in my sleep.

Not sure whether to be relieved at that or sad. But it's a really creepy story with a really good twist. I always use my dreams for stories because they're so ridiculously linear and make sense in another dimension. lol