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August 2006 - Page 5
Visions of Doom
by Chai
When I was younger, odd things had happened to me, then they just stopped like it were a dream or a fairy tale. More recently (2004-early 2005) I started having the normal sense of a ghosts again, the cold feeling, an odd fear, rush of blood, and so on. I had heard voices, seen things move on my computer monitor while I was reading something. My TV has turned off three times when the remote was on the other side of the room. That's not so bad right? Well it is when it goes to static and is up loud enough for the neighbors to hear. All three times I bolt up from my sleep and look for the remote and once I find it, I fix the problem. Then that stopped.
Now, simply months ago, it came back again. The first was when I had been putting my dog out at night. I had thought it was such a nice night that I stayed out and enjoyed it. But something seemed amiss, when I had found what that something was my eyes widened and my heart stopped. You see, we have a folding chair in the back yard, it is white and blue. The night was about twilight, no where near dark enough for what I am about to say to happen. It was slowly consumed by DARKNESS! I had grabbed the dog and ran into the house.
Back in my room, mere minutes later, I was trying to figure out just what it was that I had saw. I had been reading from the site for a while at the time, but still couldn't understand what I had saw. While I was thinking I had been staring at something on the floor. It shook. It vibrated. It seemed to come to life. This lasted three minutes before I stopped staring slack jawed and looked away. Then when I looked again nothing happened, curious, I stared at it challengingly when it moved again that had been enough to make me sleep with the lights on. Then that series of events stopped just after I had had an accident including my head. (But I'm fine now.) When it finally came back though, it was worse then before.
This had been in the last few months, and is currently still going on. I had always had bad dreams when I was little it was like any other kid's dreams. Now though it was of war and explosions; guns and torpedoes; hurricanes and tsunamis. And riots, always there were riots; people that looked insane and ready to kill burning down whatever they could. I had always waked from a cold sweat because of those dreams. But as they say, things can only get worse before they get better. Dreams were one thing, but when I had started to see things while walking too school, while talking to friends, while just looking at nature; that was when I started to get really afraid. I saw things burst into flames, thunder strike and storms destroy houses when it was a perfectly normal day. When I talked to my friends and when I saw my teacher talk I could see the worse things. Their flesh seemed to melt off, and at times it would be eaten off from the inside out. It had looked like they were infected by dieses of some sort, but none one I've heard of. I also saw them bleed from wounds that couldn't have happened, such as my teacher with a gun wound through his temple, with his blood dripping down his chin. When I would look to the floor it would already be gone.
After I blinked a few times the disasters and destruction would all evaporate like it hadn't happened at all. Grass was green, trees were strong, houses were in one piece, roads were as well as before, and the people no longer looked like victims of some strange new dieses. I fear these things, yet I am intrigued. I pray that these are simply stories my mind is making, dreams caused by lack of activity perhaps? I don't want what they might be to be correct. I don't want these things to happen and I certainly don't want to witness them. But that was how I had seen it. The people in my dreams would moan for help and I just felt horrible to leave them. While waking (after a bit of blinking to send the visions to the back of my head) people would look at me oddly, and ask why I was pale; they'd say I should stay home when I feel sick. But you know what? I'm never sick. never. I am intrigued though, I want to see if they're true, but at the same time am terrified by the very thought, and as guilty as a human can possibly be. I pray to God that I'm not some sort of prophet.
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