Last year I posted a rambling ghost story from a dream I had. You can read it beginning here.
This year my friend Eric Douglas posted his own (Call of the Raven Mocker), and I was inspired to share another dream. At least, I hope that’s what it was.
A few nights ago I opened my eyes in the dark to see a man standing beside my bed.
The man was not anyone I knew. My husband lay beside me, sound asleep. Only he and I and our child live in our house. I knew this man was an intruder.
He was illuminated by a strange orange light, and it appeared to emanate from something he was holding his hand. He was scanning around by the head of the bed, and on the floor. He didn’t see me looking at him.
I held my eyes wide open. I felt as if I blinked or closed my eyes or moved in any way, that is what would allow him to see me. He might think I was still asleep if I just didn’t move at all.
In my mind, I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream to my husband, to wake him to face this man, to help me. But inside I knew I was too frightened to make enough noise to do anything but alert the intruder to my awareness of his presence. The whole time, my heart rate was steady. I could not figure out why it wasn’t pounding.
Finally I realized it was a dream of some kind. I forced my eyelids closed. I knew when I woke up this would all be gone.
I waited a minute and opened my eyes.
The man was still there. He looked right into my eyes. I started blinking my eyes as fast as I could. Wake up wake up wake up this is not real. Wake up wake up wake up.
Each time I opened my eyes, he was still there. I finally closed my eyes as hard as I could and eventually the sun came up.
Last night when I was giving my daughter a bath, for the first time ever she stopped playing and said, “I want out. I want out now.”
“Why?” I asked, confused.
“Because I do. I just want out right now.”
I took her out. I put her to bed.
Two weeks after I first saw him, when I open my eyes I still see his shadow beside my bed. Not the orange light. Not his eyes.
But he is still standing there.