The Dream

Mythical And Paranormal Realm | Myths | Horror Stories | Scary Tales

Whether its an unsolved mystery, a popular misconception, or sometimes just a big hoax urban legends are an inevitable part of any culture. But, plenty of these classic myths are actually true — and the truth is often more ghastly and macabre than the fiction. Even more interesting is how some of these fables originated. Myths have to start somewhere, and oftentimes it’s a dark chapter in history or a strange effect of our own minds. Sometimes, the boogeyman is real. And, that face you saw in the bathroom mirror? You weren’t imagining it.
Here is one of the most popular urban legends still being told :-

The Dream

I remember as a child that I would always have the same dream.

I’d start in the kitchen, no idea how I got there of course. It was during the day, probably later in the afternoon. Nobody was around, so naturally I’d go looking for my mother and father. I’d go to all the normal places – mum was not in the laundry shed or the lounge room, dad was not on the patio outside or up the back at the chicken coop, and my sister was not around either.

I was starting to get worried, thinking that everyone was gone and they’d left me alone. Until I heard a noise above me coming from the second floor, where the bedrooms are. Relieved, I darted towards the stairs and jumped on the first step. 

Then I felt it. There was something in the back of                    my head, making me stop, leg still raised up as                        I prepared to move onto the second step.                     Something telling me that I should not go up there.           Of course this thought was running rampant in my             mind “Don’t go up there, don’t go up there,                           stay down here, don’t go up there, there’s something up there”.

Finally my leg dropped before I could reconsider. I pushed myself up those stairs, and even though I did not want to , I could not stop myself, only slow down. Each step up was taken at an agonizingly slow pace, and I wanted so bad just to go back down stairs and find someone – run to my grandparents  house and stay with them until my mum was home. But eventually, I rounded the corner, leaving only the last few steps leading up to the floor ahead of me. There was nothing there – I could not see anything in the stairwell. I started getting hopeful at this point – maybe it’s okay. Nobody’s here. I was just imagining things and it’s going to be fine.I’m still taking the slow steps up when it appears. Something’s there.

I can’t actually remember what it was, and I never could after I woke up. But it was horrifying beyond belief, and I would always try to close my eyes, because that was my thing as a child – if you can’t see it, then it can’t see you. But I could still see it. I could not blink, I could not shut my eyes – it was like my eyelids were not working. I would even try holding my hands in front of my face, but still I could not block it out – I could see through my hands. It was a creature having gloomy eyes. At a glance it just scared me off. I wasn't able to move then that creature open his mouth. He had big pointed teeth all filled with blood. Tears were rolling down through my eyes and I could not do anything I was frozen, unable to do anything except STARE at this thing all but a meter away from me. He looked at me. I was really scared. At the very next moment he vanished. His speed was so enormous that i wasn't able to know where he go and even i was so scared that i was not able to move.

Whatever I saw, whatever I did, for those 8 years I was at that house, I had to force myself up the stairs. Day or night, it was horrifying. My mother sighed and tried to reason with me, my father growled at me and called me a coward and my sister just laughed and said I was retarded. But every time I had to go up those stairs, as soon as I hit the top stairwell, I had to stop and make sure that I could cover my eyes with my hands or that I could shut my eyes.