Nightmare

Are ya ready to get spooked? Cause Halloween came early this year. That's right, we got ourselves a  nightmare over here. A genuine, (subjectively) spooky nightmare. I very rarely get nightmares so I figure it would be fun to write about this one especially considering the fact that it's probably the scariest experience I've ever had. This "experience" involves me waking up and going to sleep both in and out of the dream which can get pretty confusing so to make things easier if a paragraph takes place in a Dream I'll label it as such. If a paragraph takes place in the Real World I'll label it as well. Keep in mind that generally, when I'm in a dream, I accept it as reality. Sometimes if I dream, wake up, then go back to sleep, I remember the dream as if it actually happened if it's realistic enough. This made my nightmare infinitely scarier. Now on to the dream.

Real World
I fell asleep at around 11pm with my alarm set for 7am so I could get ready for school.

Dream
I'm woken up to the sound of a gentle song. The song is the dominant sound in the otherwise silent night. I'm frozen still in my bed. The song is familiar, I don't know where I've heard it before, but I definitely remember it. For one reason or another, the song isn't one of comfort to me. It's rather the opposite. Listening to it triggers something inside of me. Like my body's telling me something is seriously wrong. I need to stop it. Exiting my bed, I see the source of the song, a music box sitting on my desk. I don't recognize it. It looks old and has a floral pattern. Further inspection reveals that the front of the box can be opened revealing a key in a slot. The key is rusted and has an old design. Turning it stops the music. Without the song, the room is silent. Too tired to question the nature of this situation, I return to my bed and go to sleep.

Real World
I awake to the sound of my phone going off. It's not my alarm but rather a notification from Facebook. It's 6 in the morning. My friend is asking my a question regarding homework we need to have done. I quickly answer then go back to sleep.

Dream
I wake up. Slowly opening my eyes reveals a pitch black figure, facing towards me, standing at the foot of my bed. It looks almost human, but with a large curved head and shoulders.

A poor recreation of the mysterious figure

It looks 7 feet tall. I pretend that I'm still asleep. Maybe it's just mum and my visions blurry. Still, being too scared to move, I stay still. It's hard. My hearts beating furiously. It's getting hard to steady my breathing but I have to try. I can't let them notice I'm awake. After what feels like an eternity, they start to move. I keep my eyes closed as I hear the loud thud each step makes, carrying with it the weight of a giant. The noise is getting farther away. Eventually it fades into the distance. Opening my eyes reveals my room is empty once again. 

It's around 6:30 in the morning. Normally Id go back to sleep but right now, I just need to get out of this room. Trying to get out of bed proves to be ridiculously difficult. It's like my whole body has lost its energy. I struggle to stand. I'm wobbly but I should be able to make it out of the room. As I take a step towards my door, using my bed for support, I hear a buzzing noise. There's a giant stuffed teddy bear sitting in front of my wardrobe. It's vibrating. It's so unnatural in the way it does it. Like its distorted, disconnected from the world. There's a creepy laugh coming from the bear. It's slowly getting louder. To top it all off, a distorted version of the song from earlier is now playing. Also slowly increasing in volume. At this point, I'm freaking the fuck out. I really need to leave the room as fast as possible. As I get closer to my door, I get dizzier. When I get really close, my eyes start to lock up, staring at the ceiling. My vision gets blurry and I'm the verge of vomiting. I try screaming for help but nothing comes out. It's like when you don't talk for a while and you have to cough to regain your voice except coughing isn't helping right now. I can't even let the slightest noise come out of my mouth. I'm voiceless.

I then start to hear it. The footsteps are returning. Their getting closer. I slowly make my way to my bed. Finally reaching it, I start to crawl across it towards my phone on the other side. I need to call someone, anyone. The foot steps are really close. I grab my phone. The battery's on 1%. As I attempt to unlock it, the phone runs out of power. The foot steps are just outside my room. The shadowy figure enters.

Real World
And then my alarm goes of and I wake up for real. Still kinda terrified, I investigate my room, trying to determine if I'm either in another dream or if the dream I just had was real. Eventually I come to the sane conclusion that I had a nightmare. Then life continued on as normal.

Or did it...

The answer is yes, yes it did.