Weirdest Dream

Once again, after about a few months, I dreamt about something weird again. The scene in my dream started in my bedroom, picturing me when I was 5~7 years old. I woke up during midnight, shivering, wanted to answer nature's call, so I went to switch on the toilet lights. When the light was switched on, it started to flicker. Then, a ghostly figure appeared right it front of me. It wasn't tall, about the same height as I do, It has long hairs that cascades down from it's head to the ground, it's hands were by it side(in a natural way), she was facing the floor and it has long fingernails. Dumbfounded, I stared while gaping at the figure as It began to take after a womenly physical shape. It was when the figure started moving her head upwards that I quickly went to switched off the lights as well as my mouth. That was when I concluded that It was a ghost, a short female ghost. After the mortifying experience, I sat down on my bed, calming myself down. It was when I felt serene that I realise that I was unable to hold myself any longer and I rush towards the other toilet in the house. Didn't know I was that dumb in my early ages.

And the scene flashes back and replays again, only that this time, the figure always appeared to be what it is on the previous attempts to go toilet and continues to transform. Until It has a physical state. That was when things are different...

Her hands reached out to me, beckoning me to come as her fingers did the universal signal. I shook my head, and rushed to get rid of the lights. Out of the room, I started to run. Feeling scared, I placed my hands on my eyes murmuring something which I also don't know and bumped into a figure. A warm soild figure. That was when my nerves soothed and I look up. It was my mother. She smiled warm-hearted at me and pulled me into a hug. Of course, still haunted by the horrors I had seen, I returned her hug, to seek comfortness.

Slowly, the warm hands shrank into small icy cold hands, I felt it, worried and said, "mommy cold cold, me get blanket, make us warm warm" and tried to break the hug. But I couldn't. That was when my head started to function and realised that It was the ghost I was hugging. Petrified, I tried to get out of her grasp with more force this time. But I still couldn't, and the hold started tightening- to the extend that I couldn't breathe. I resisted more and more. Trying all ways to get away from her- one of the ways I used was to karate chop on the back of her neck, like the type we usually see in movies, to one hit-ko a person.

When the iron clutch, squeezed my tiny body into some inhumanly impossible shape, I screamed. Surprisingly, I heard what she said when I was screaming. It was of a voice of malice, " Shut up". I wanted to obey her orders, but the excruciating pain coming from my body detered me from doing that. I continued to scream. And more pain came in, she sunk her fingernails into my flesh and dug it(my flesh) out. Bit by bit, with her seemingly unbreakable claws. And then, it went to bite me.

And I awoke, I looked at the clock, 7.16am. Shit, going to be late for school.

I always wished to have an alarm clock inside my body system- to call me to wake up in the mornings so that I won't have to rely on my family. But this is kind of scary; this alarm ring tone that I have, hoped that it change into less gorifying ones!