In the middle of the night I found myself sitting up in bed, covered in cold sweat, my heart beating wildly within my chest and emotions of great fear and confusion ran through my entire body. Not sure whether I should run away or hide underneath my blanket. Slowly my mind began to recollect it was only a dream, a nightmare to be exact.
I looked around me to be sure while remembering where I am and who I am. "What was that all about? Why this?" Where the two questions that kept repeating in my mind. Trying to recall what I did before going to bed that could have cause that terrible thought, that dream, that nightmare.
Bit by bit I was able to recall what happened in the dream: I was with a tall woman who works as a criminologist and we treated each other as if we were old friends. We decided to make vacation in the United States of America to see state New Orleans and the New England states from what I heard from my parents. I was excited and happy to travel with her but there was one attraction that I did not look forward at all. I pulled myself together because she did the same with a different attraction. This attraction however was even a part of dark tourism but it wasn't the only reason why I didn't look forward to. I felt in my bones that it was something bad to that attraction and beyond anyone's control. It was a sunny day and my friend and I walked from our hotel to the meeting point of the tour. A handful of people from various countries have gathered at a mini bus. The tour started by driving into a large beautiful forest, everything was golden-brown and in rusty colours of autumn, for a sunny day it was sort of warm too. As we came closer to the final destination I began to feel more and more uneasy as well as cold. The mini bus stopped at a large white house that was mainly built out of wood and three floors tall. A beautiful white house but I felt clearly there was something dark to the house. I felt all the time being watched and saw at the corner of my eye a dark blurry figure, so I looked out to never be alone. My friend was very excited and told me along the way to whom the house belonged and what happened here. It was a house of murderer's and within those white painted walls took place the most horrific murders of the state. I hid my fear and uneasiness while letting my friend be excited of the topic. Since I got out of the bus I noticed the dark blurry figure was watching me and followed me where I went. The tour continued within the house, everything was tidy and clean but what I saw was totally different, the others couldn't see it. In two rooms I saw it clear as day what really happened. I saw and scented the blood, I heard the screams and laughter, I felt the fear and pain of the victims and the sadistic excitement of the murderer. Just as I was about to leave the room to get some air I heard the tour guide explaining that exactly in those two rooms that had me overwhelmed were the murderer's favorite places to kill the victims, the kitchen and the bedroom. I went out to the garden to get away but I saw the dark figure luring at the window, staring at me with no eyes but its darkness. I then realized it was the murderer himself. He didn't know that he was a ghost or even dead but kept reliving in his sadistic cruel bloody world. For some reason I have grabbed his attention hence the following and staring.675Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2EDmOEcoCq
As the tour was over I was more than glad to get away from the terrifying place and said nothing to my friend. Not sure whether she will believe me or not. What I hoped the most was that the ghost will not follow me back into town...675Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnyRxE7cWr0
That's when I woke up.
From that nightmare, not sure where I picked up such information. How did something like this get into my brain? I hope it stays like this. Meaning I won't become a murderer. Maybe I've read and researched too much on psychotic men in legends and history over the years? (Dracula, Jack the Ripper, ...)675Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmP67ibpKc1
Since I had that nightmare I double check myself what I do and think, keeping myself under control and everything is fine. Can't hurt a fly as I did before but became a tad more creative, ruthless, at times macabre or sarcastic and a bit sensitive/serious at certain things.
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