The Stories
Doll
Doll
I walked out from my bedroom into a large open area, it resembled my living room but above was nothing more than an endless void that gaped above me. With each step I began to see furniture rise up from the floor as it would from a children’s pop-up book. The shapes were flat and warped. My two step siblings seemed to run in from nowhere, their faces were blank yet I knew it was them. Their movements seemed to be always a few seconds delayed to their voices. A shape dropped from my step sister’s hand and all light focused on it as it hit the floor. I walked closer to it and it stood up. It looked like a clay doll, with red wiry hair. Eyes were white and gaping, sunken and forlorn but it had no mouth or features. I remember taking a step back as the undeniable feeling of unfathomable terror overcame me as I stared into its eyes. It seemed to stare back at me, but looking through me. It shifted its head back and forth like a pendulum, swaying it’s body in the opposite direction. It shifted in it’s grotesque, soundless dance. It never broke eye contact, even as it’s head tilted to an unnatural angle that would snap mosts neck. As it began to move closer a force plummeted from the ceiling, smashing the doll like an insect. A white foam began to seep from the crushed shape and I woke up.
Chase
Chase
I found myself in a clay tunnel that looked as though it was melded together by hand, still damp and glistening. There was a flickering light that kept dogging me. Though it was never spoken aloud, something in me knew that if it were to catch me in the dream, I wouldn’t awaken in life. So, all I could do was run from it, but no matter how often I thought I would lose it, it would be behind me again. Once I had finally ran for what felt like forever, I looked out fro behind a wall into darkness and the light came out of nowhere behind me and overtook me. Then I woke u
Donna
Donna
I was sitting in the middle of the living room floor, playing with my toys. It looked like some sort of party, my parents, aunts, uncles, family friends all gathered. They were standing around me, but not acknowledging me as though I wasn’t there. They stood as still as mannequins and showed no expression, unmoving and still. I looked up from my toys down a long hallways, it seemed to go on forever with black open doors lining the walls. I went to look away but a soft voice was calling from the hall, barely above a whisper. From one of the doors an object floated, a disembodied porcelain doll head. It floated from one door to the next, always appearing out from a different door closer and closer. It kept calling out, “Donna”, at the time I didn’t even know any Donna. As it continued...
Donna
Donna
Donna
I finally shouted out down the hall, “Oh Donna yourself!” and woke up.
Scream
Scream
When I was eight, I had a recurring dream over a period of months. The dream: I’m in our basement with my sisters getting something to drink suddenly my sisters’ faces start to get weird. Their mouths and noses get really small and pretty much 90% of the face is their eyes. I want to run upstairs but a creature grabs my neck and pulls me up. The face was like a normal one but it had another skin above it. It started to scream like a demon and I just cant do anything else but screaming back, then I woke up.
Swim
Swim
I once had a nightmare where I was at a lake, jumping into the water. Everything felt too calm with darkened skies, when I came up from my jump there was no sound and something hit me on my head. Holding out my hand I thought it was raining, but a big drop of blood splashed into my palm. Then I look back up to the sky and there is a giant eyeball gazing down at me. The sky is black, and everything is silent. It seems to quiver, as if trying to blink, looking around rapidly as if it were seeking something until it’s gaze lands on me. After a moment it grows still again, blood slowly dripping from it. After a moment the sky began to rain blood in thick drops, swallowing the landscape. As I thought I would drown, I woke up.
