Be scared.
Yay, I just started writing on a short story based on the scariest dream I ever had as a kid. I have never forgotten the horror I felt waking up after having that dream and hope fully I'll be able to generate that feeling in the story. It is suppose to scare you!
But it's good since I had quite a morbid dream this night I'm kind of into the way of thinking sort of say. See, I dreamed that a new species of animals had evolved. I was one of the researchers of this new species and saw them together with some others. Apparently you could connect with the animals on a mental plane. I never tried this thought. I was gone for about doing two week researching and when I came later returned with some other it was only to find that the humans that had been mentally communicating with the animals had melted into them. Human parts was sticking out here and there and they were twice as big as before. They started to eat the people I was with and chasing me. But it was okay since I found this door in the middle of the scenery and I threw myself in there. I locked the door and was then safe inside a house.
That was my dream. I rarely have dreams that are even close to nightmares, this one was close but... I was never scared and hey I found a door :D
speaking of morbid and scary things. This is a really good song that get's me into the feeling of morbidness. It's from “high school of the dead” which is a super good anime if you can overlook all the fan service.
Here is a part of the new story I'm working on if you are instrested!
“Don't let him go” I glanced at my dad who now finally seemed to be done talking with the adults.
“What do you mean?” I floated back to Harold's face. His arm still had a firm grip around my arm, almost pinching me trough the warm jacket. A wind caused the leafs to rattle and the trees to whistle. The other grownups started to slowly walk away from dad, mom and my aunt, still talking to them.
“You can't let him go in there!” I pulled my arm away from him. I thought he was silly, annoying. It was just glasses.
“Something will happen! That store is...” He was searching his head after words. His hand were shaking... suddenly tears fell down his cheeps and he bit his lip so hard that it lost all it's color. The adults was now waving and leaving. The trees was no longer fiery and warm, they were cold. I ran back to mom and dad. Dad had his hand on the doorknob to the store. I grabbed the back of his jacket. He turned around gave me a faint smile and continued thought the door. I let go...
