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I was walking in the forest during winter, and saw a wendigo sitting under a tree. I asked it if it was going to kill me. It said, “No, this is just a dream.” So I sat next to it in the snow for a bit and then he said, “The anger in your heart warms you now, but will leave you cold in your grave.” And then I woke up.
Dream Obama is OUT. Dream Wendigo is IN.
My life is just a big telenovela
So there was this legend about this haunted house that, if you visit it, the ghosts would choose one person and play a game with the visitors. Logically, me and two friends decided to go in, as soon as we entered the creepy old house, I started feeling sick. As we continued walking around I fainted, that was the moment I knew I was the chosen one to host the ghost.
My friend started slapping me in the face, after a few more slaps I woke up feeling worst, at the edge of death. I was shaking, I wanted to throw up and I was probably sweating.
We tried to get out but that’s when the game began, the ghost was talking through me telling my friends their deepest fears and forcing them to stay in the house, otherwise it would kill me.
I was forcing the ghost down so I was able to control my own body, as soon as I got the control of my body, we started running around trying to find a way out, but then I fainted again.
Just that this time was different. I was experiencing an out of body experience watching my friends trying to reanimate my lifeless body. Then I felt a weird sharp hand on my arm, I looked around and there was this black thin looking creature, it was humanoid but not human at all.
It was telling to follow it, and started dragging me while saying how there was no scape from there in its deep demonic voice.
I looked down at my friends and my bodyone last time, finally understanding that I wasn’t coming back.
i’m the only thing preventing the mailman and the vacuum from killing my entire family
this was such a confusing and frightening post before i read the name of the blog that posted it
guy who invented the piano: what if we laid a harp on its side and added hammers
musician: you clumsy oaf, you just knocked over my harp with your toolbox!
guy who’s about to invent the piano: oh, haven’t you heard?
how dare you take this mediocre shitpost and make it genuinely funny
one-time-i-dreamt
I’ve had multiple dreams in which I kill a close friend of mine. One was set in a strange warehouse/superstore like Sam’s club or Costco would be if they were fully furnished. They had carpets and shit, but anyways, we were standing in front of the video game cabinet and we both reached for the same video game and then I punched him in the face and then I was in my garage where I stabbed him in the throat with a chef’s knife then threw his dead body into the pile of garbage that’s in there.
