When I was 6 years old I always dream about a haunted house I always see it in my dreams
Like I was being there....
So if you want to know the whole story then here it goes.....
***real happen in my dream about that haunted house***
The last thing I remember is my daddy put me asleep but when I open my eyes I see a big haunted house I even blink my eyes rapidly just to awake myself but its useless so I thought that I should give myself a chance to explore that house is big maybe in 3 storey I think and its look like an century old house, the walls are made of hard rocks and even the roof are look like a metal plates and its have a lot of windows when I step in the front porch of the house I felt sheivered of the coldness in the wind but I choose to ignored it and continue walking until I reach the front door of the house when I was about to turn the knob I hear a gentle, soft and worrying woman voice whisper and its say ( don't open that door my child we can't bare to see you lost in the darkness ever again ) but I never listen to whoever that owners voice, so I continue turning the knob of that door until its open and when I take a one step entering that house there's a voice again but its not gentle, soft and worrying anymore it became a hurting, sad and lonely man voice pleading at me and its say ( don't go inside my child please your the only one we wish to have, you are the only light we see , you are the only hope. We had so please don't go inside , we can't bare to lose you again not now or ever )
After I heared his words and even his voice I felt like I want to cry and crawled back to whoever he was but there's something inside the house pulling me inside even its hurt not to listen to the man's voice I continue to walk inside the I even hold myself not to cry because the moment I enter the house I hear the heartbreaking cries of a man and a women begging to their child to come back but I control myself not to give in to there pleading instead I continue to walk inside the house the design of the house is like in 16th hundreds its old fashion, I was now in the living its dark here but when I take one step farther suddenly all the candles suddenly light up and I scream for it but sudden there's a boy voice I think a year older than me whisper right beside my right ear I felt the coldness of his voice I felt sheivered ran down my spine but I ignored it I look at the pictures and painting in the walls because. Its looks familliar to me, even some of the pictures I see myself in it and I felt like a live in here before but oh well like I care anyway, while i was busy admiring the old painting of the house I suddenly hear a whisper saying my name its say ( quel..... quel...... quel......) but i recognize it who it was, it was the boy voice I heared a while ago but this time it like calling out to me to get my attention but this time he's not failed get what he wants so I made a decision to ask
" why are you calling out my name?" I ask while I'm staring at old photo album
(Its because I need you and your love to set me free from this darkness that. Surrounds me) he whisper while trying to hide that he's hurting....
" so how can I help you then?" I ask
( its simple go to basement and yell the ' my love will light your way out and guide you to me ' that's all ) he whisper
( ok) I said......
***to be continue***
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The Book Of My Dreams
Mystery / ThrillerThis book contains the bad and good dream I have ever dream of when I was a young child...
