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- GeorgesII0
Welp, I'm in my room right now, drying my cat off and freaking the fuck out.
Last night I had a really weird dream. I usually get scary dreams, I'm not sure why. Ever since I could remember, I would have incredibly disturbing dreams. Last night's dream, however, still makes me tear up when I think about it.
I was up pretty late last night, browsing reddit, tumblr, and other sites because I couldn't fall asleep. I heard this fumbling downstairs, and, assuming it was my cats, I went down to go cuddle with them, as they are incredibly smushy and warm. As I was going downstairs, I noticed them literally slamming their bodies against my front door and hissing like crazy. I don't know why, but I decided it would be a smart idea to open the door. I check around, and I noticed the light sensors went off (This is usually normal, as we have a lot of both domestic and wild animals in my area). I was about to go back inside, but you know when you don't turn your head, but you glance at the very corner of your eye? I saw the scariest fucking thing. This really, really tall man, wearing this bowler hat was just staring at me. He had no face. I couldn't even scream. He was this tall pale guy with no face and a cane. And like it was nothing, he just stepped inside my house. From his pocket, he pulled out two little bottle of green and purple acrylic paint, and he placed some on his fingers.
I couldn't scream, I wanted to so badly, but I couldn't. There was something about him that scared me so much. He picked up one of my cats with this long, thin hands and streaked the paint across his fur. He placed the cat down gently. He then tilted his faceless head, swung his cane, and walked away.
And then I woke up. I went into the mirror and realized I was incredibly pale and crying, which sometimes happens during my worse nightmares, so I wasn't too phased by that. As I'm going downstairs, I see my cat lying on the couch, purring really loudly as per usual. I feel slightly comforted until I turn him over.
On his fur were streaks of purple and green paint.
I've washed it all off now and my grandma just came to ask me why I left my front door open. I'm bawling like a fucking baby, I have no idea what just happened, whether it was real or not, and what I should do.
- senseg in 3 days,
don't adopt possessed catsGeorgesII - i think this should go in the "Something too personal." threadsine
- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?detritus
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- senseg in 3 days,