Cookie

I was waiting for my brother at the drug store in my ridiculously small sedan. Two children approached and asked me if I wanted a cookie. I assumed it was for a fundraiser and tried to give them money. They politely declined and instead asked for a way home. I agreed but was curious as to why their parents left them. 

My brother finally exited the store before I had the chance to ask. The children were polite on the car ride, but they didn't say much. We arrived at their creepy house and I walked them to the door. The house was a worn blue with weeds and twigs surrounding. The sun was beginning to set so it gave the home an eerie glow to it.

Their parents opened the door and seemed to have no emotion. They weren't upset that their children went home with a stranger and they didn't seem concerned that they were even gone. Their mother had bags under her eyes and her hair was almost ratty. She didn't say a word as the children entered the house and offered me another cookie.

I woke up on the floor in an empty bedroom, my brother nowhere in site. It was pitch black aside from the glow of a woman in the corner. She wore a long white gown that reminded me of the 20's. She had knotty brown hair that covered her face. I felt that she could be beautiful in any other light. The darkness almost made her look dead. She smiled, showing off her red lipstick and rotten teeth. She gracefully swept across the room and exited. 

I sat in darkness, as I tried to make sense of anything. 

The father screamed. I ran downstairs to find the mysterious woman cornering the family. I didn't know she was dangerous until I saw the mother, panicked. 

I tried to distract the woman so the family could leave. She instead grabbed my neck and dragged me around the house. I gasped for air any chance I had. She noticed the family trying to leave and averted her attention to them. 

She doused the husband with water as the kids scrambled out of the house. The woman pulled out defibrillators from god knows where. She shocked the husband until the house smelled of burnt flesh and feces. She disappeared into thin air once there was no chance of getting him back. 

I instinctively called the paramedics who arrived within minutes. It seemed like dozens of people rushed in at once. Some tending to the deceased father while the rest tended to the children and their dazed mother. Everything seemed quiet. 

Water gushed through the house, dousing everyone as if they had been in a storm. Electricity sparked as people started falling over one by one. I knew the woman was back, only this time she was an invisible force. I heard the children's screams cut off with one spark as they dropped to the floor. The mother went quietly, as if she still had no emotion. Paramedics and police officers were no match for her as they lost their lives one by one. 

Everyone was gone, lying fried to the floor. She finally appeared in front of me. I was on my knees, accepting my fate. She had the defibrillators in her hands as she flashed me a crooked smile with her rotten teeth. 

I glanced over at the lifeless children and recalled what brought me here in the first place. 

Tree House of Horror

I rode a school bus to my cousins house right across from the college. It wasn't my school bus, I honestly have no idea how I got on there in the first place. We took a back road to drop other children off first. One house in particular stood out to me. This house was carved into the trunk of a tree. It was a beautiful cottage with branches stretching toward the sky. I couldn't find a single leaf on this tree, despite it being the middle of summer. 

A little boy with a yellow shirt and white baseball cap hopped off of the bus and headed toward the door. He proceeded to unlock it from the outside, a downside to having a literal tree house I guess. 

He stepped in, hesitated, and produced a blood curtailing scream for help. I ran off the bus and through the wooden door to see an repulsive man passed out on the couch. He was bulging out of his too-tight tank top and his legs were stained red. 

I was about to call the police when the child's father woke back up. He had a strange little teacup in his hand. I began to look around the house to see more antique china placed though out the one room home. It looked as if an 80 year old woman should be living there, not a grungy old man and his son. 

I asked the man what was wrong with him and he grunted "Well, that's what happens when you're addicted to tea." 

Did he really just say tea?

Before I could ask, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a tea bag. He broke open the bag and put the tea leaves in his lip like it was dip. Tea couldn't do anything... Right? I started to scold him. What kind of tea junkie puts his own selfish needs above his young child's? How could he let himself get to the point where he could no longer function? Little did I know, this "tea" he placed in his mouth was worse than any heroin a person could imagine. 

The tea had kicked in and a creature like no other emerged from within him. He began throwing chairs at me, followed by a table. Every antique china piece was being smashed inches from my head as I fled around the small room trying to find an escape. He grabbed me and pinned me in the corner with my feet dangling. He turned his attention to his screaming child and began to play the punishment game. Before I could find out what the game consisted of, the door burst open. 

A frail looking man entered the house. He tried to help me get out of the father's grip, but it was useless. He decided to distract him instead. Sacrificing himself for me. As soon as I was free, I grabbed the child and ran for the black car waiting outside of the house. I shoved the boy in the back seat and began to make my way in when something grabbed my leg. The father had followed us after he had bloodied the frail man.

There was a new look in the father's eyes. It was no longer angry, it was hungry. He repeatedly tried biting me. I thrashed and screamed, trying to close the car door so we could escape.

And then I woke up.

What is this?

Only one person in my life knows about my dreams. My dreams are very wild. I started writing my dreams down, at first to tell people. But I never told anyone, so now I write them down to remember them. Many of my dreams are connected or are a continuation of each other. It's like I always have a movie in my head, a very wild one at that. 

Of the dreams I have written down so far, I only remember the twisted ones. Please don't think there's something wrong with me based on how dark and demented my dreams can get. They're not all like that. My dreams can range from a frozen yogurt factory to the gates of hell in a matter of seconds.

And with that, i'd like to share my dreams with you...