The Scream
In my dream I happened to be in a very mossy (thus entirely green) cellar of sorts, with a little window just below the roof being the only sourse of light in the cellar. I’m not going to mention every little detail I paid attention to, but as I was examining the room and was about to leave, I suddenly turned around and saw a ghostly figure.
As I recall the thing I saw and type this, I shudder: it was an absolutely horrifically-looking ghost of my long-dead grandmother, standing still and looking right into my eyes, her face abnormally pale (practically white) and smiling. And yes, her smiling was probably the scariest shit I have ever seen: the smile by itself did not seem malicious, but I gave off a kind of a backroom vibe? It was like an old distorted picture: nothing remarkable about it, but you feel very uncomfortable looking at it.
I froze at first, but then decided to approach the figure. I stepped forward, and suddenly – a scream so loud the walls started shaking, it felt like it was coming right from my head, yet I knew it was the ghost’s doing. But it was just standing there, staring at me, smiling.
My brain couldn’t handle it anymore and I woke up breathing heavily, nearly screaming. And yes, my mental health is okay, why do you ask?
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