Ever since I was little, I have always had dreams in vivid detail, color, and physical sensation of pain, but out of all the dreams I have ever had, I had never had dreams about ghosts or demons, until we moved out to California. It wasn't until the year of 2001 when my dad and I moved out to CA to the first house he picked to owned.
Although I'm not really into feng shui, the balance and feeling of the house is very unwelcoming. When you open the front door, the first thing you're met with is a wall. This gives you a sense of being blocked by an obstacle like something is telling you to leave, metaphorically speaking of course. Every house has its own natural sounds of shifting with this or that, but the most distinctable sound the house would make would be these loud CRACKING noises from the ceilings. At first you think its just the house, but the noises come at random and are usually heard in the living room, but also happen wherever I am in the house. Sometimes they would get so loud that it would actually startle me, like something was moving around in the attic part of the home that you can't really access except in the garage.
It wasn't until a year or so of living in the house when I was in my sophomore year of high school that I started having dreams about a demon.
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Dream 1
I’m outside a house. It’s unfamiliar to me and the colors are dim and grey. The sky is slightly dark and slightly light. Nothing that was comforting. It is two story and on a street that is empty. As I look at the house there are four windows. The first one I spot is on the far right. And suddenly I see a dark figure, undefined but with human form, move across the window from the inside. But it didn’t walk normally like a human, it moved with such smoothness, without jerking or differentiation in step. It just flowed across like water in a stream. And then a sudden dread and fear crept over me. I knew I had to get away or it would come for me. Behind me was a car and I began to leave. And then…
I woke up.
I’m outside a house. It’s unfamiliar to me and the colors are dim and grey. The sky is slightly dark and slightly light. Nothing that was comforting. It is two story and on a street that is empty. As I look at the house there are four windows. The first one I spot is on the far right. And suddenly I see a dark figure, undefined but with human form, move across the window from the inside. But it didn’t walk normally like a human, it moved with such smoothness, without jerking or differentiation in step. It just flowed across like water in a stream. And then a sudden dread and fear crept over me. I knew I had to get away or it would come for me. Behind me was a car and I began to leave. And then…
I woke up.
