I had a horrible dream a few nights ago that my family would make me live and perform music in a haunted mansion. I kept begging them that I don’t want to go even though they told me I will go and that’s final. I kept telling them I’m sick and they reply I’m just being selfish and hysterical. Only for them to keep telling me that there are vampires and werewolves and other scary monsters, and when they succeed in scaring me, they’ll laugh and say “quit being such a baby, it’s not real, it’s only a joke!”. They added that the monsters may be nice and being scared is fun. I protested that it’s not fun for me and I have extreme anxiety. They told me that I should get over myself. They finally convince me that they’ll leave me home alone and call all the ghouls and demons to invade my room and ruin my life.
They dragged me to the haunted house which is completely abandoned by the way. I said, “let’s go home”, they replied “no, let’s go in” and did an evil vampire laugh. I tried to escape but they grabbed my arm and forcefully dragged me in. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt as if I was going to throw up. I kept whimpering that I’m scared, only for my family to reply that they don’t care. I kept begging for them to take me home, but they kept telling I’ll get used to it. My anxiety said otherwise. My family laughed and laughed and laughed at all the scary things while I just trembled in fear. I hated every second of it.
They put on scary masks and they told me to look at them, even though I kept trying to hide my face, they forcefully made me look directly at them. I was screaming and crying, they told me to stop whining and be grateful for once. The performance arrived. I was too terrified to perform but they made me do it anyway, and said “the audience NEEDS you”. I was surrounded by dead bodies giving ugly death stares at me. I performed rather weakly and just as the song was finished. I quickly scrambled to one of the rooms, while I overheard my dad saying “don’t mind her, she’s just a sissy”.
As I scrambled my way up the stairs, one of my cousins followed me and told me how much of a crybaby I was. I glared at him and replied “how’d you like it if someone made you do something you didn’t like?”. He laughed and replied “are you kidding? There’s nothing in the world I don’t like, except inviting girls over to my house”. I noticed a sign in front the door that read “keep out”, I looked at all the doors, they all had the same sign. I grew suspicious and asked why every door has the same sign. My cousin replied that it’s probably a boys’ only place and the girls are not allowed to enter. I asked him how did he know, and if it was, then how about he go check it out.
He went in and shut the door. I waited for him but he never came out. It lasted for hours. Then I grew tired of waiting and slipped through the door he entered. I tiptoed slowly through the dark room, everything creaked, spiders were scattered all over the walls and ceilings. I called for my cousin, but there was no reply. I finally gave up, and decided to go to the bathroom. But as I went to the exit, I realized by the time I tried to open the door, I was locked in. Then my cousin appeared behind me, I jumped and screamed in horror. His stare was cold as ice. Sweating all over, I asked him how are we going to get out. He grinned slowly and said “no, YOU will never get out, you’re going to stay here for the rest of your life”.
I was confused. He added “you poor little fool, look at you, trembling and sweating, tears flowing down your fragile little face. How I so love it when you suffer!”. I stammered “but why would gain so much pleasure in my misery? Aren’t you supposed to be my cousin?”. He laughed evilly and replied “I’m NOT your cousin! I’m not even human!”. Just then he grabbed the sides of his face and started to peel his whole body off. What was behind the mask was a hideous looking green goblin with a huge crooked nose, cavity-infested teeth, hunched up back, huge clawed hands and feet, and boils all over his face.
“That’s right! You fell into our trap!” the goblin cackled. I tried to scream for help but he clawed my mouth shut. “Hush your screaming! It’s only for FUN!!” he shouted. Just then more and more cackling voices surrounded the room as it filled with more and more hideous looking goblins. “You’ll NEVER get out! You will remain here until you DIE!!” they chanted. They changed the same thing again and again as they crept loser to me. And closer. And closer. Just as they were about to sink their teeth into me, I passed out. And then I woke up, in my normal bed, in my normal home, no monsters, no goblins.
I kept the nightmare to myself because I’d just be told I ate too much sugar or I watched too many scary movies. Then I remembered all the real life times I was forced to do the many things I didn’t like all throughout my childhood, and some even as an adult. I realized it was a reminder that what I’ve had to go through is not normal. It was having my boundaries crossed. It was the one of the main reasons I moved out.
The nightmare, the part where the face was torn off reminded me of Roald Dahl’s The Witches. I felt as if I was secretly surrounded by monsters pretending to be human. I looked at myself in the mirror, what if I’M the monster? What if I was afraid of myself my entire life? I still wonder.
They dragged me to the haunted house which is completely abandoned by the way. I said, “let’s go home”, they replied “no, let’s go in” and did an evil vampire laugh. I tried to escape but they grabbed my arm and forcefully dragged me in. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt as if I was going to throw up. I kept whimpering that I’m scared, only for my family to reply that they don’t care. I kept begging for them to take me home, but they kept telling I’ll get used to it. My anxiety said otherwise. My family laughed and laughed and laughed at all the scary things while I just trembled in fear. I hated every second of it.
They put on scary masks and they told me to look at them, even though I kept trying to hide my face, they forcefully made me look directly at them. I was screaming and crying, they told me to stop whining and be grateful for once. The performance arrived. I was too terrified to perform but they made me do it anyway, and said “the audience NEEDS you”. I was surrounded by dead bodies giving ugly death stares at me. I performed rather weakly and just as the song was finished. I quickly scrambled to one of the rooms, while I overheard my dad saying “don’t mind her, she’s just a sissy”.
As I scrambled my way up the stairs, one of my cousins followed me and told me how much of a crybaby I was. I glared at him and replied “how’d you like it if someone made you do something you didn’t like?”. He laughed and replied “are you kidding? There’s nothing in the world I don’t like, except inviting girls over to my house”. I noticed a sign in front the door that read “keep out”, I looked at all the doors, they all had the same sign. I grew suspicious and asked why every door has the same sign. My cousin replied that it’s probably a boys’ only place and the girls are not allowed to enter. I asked him how did he know, and if it was, then how about he go check it out.
He went in and shut the door. I waited for him but he never came out. It lasted for hours. Then I grew tired of waiting and slipped through the door he entered. I tiptoed slowly through the dark room, everything creaked, spiders were scattered all over the walls and ceilings. I called for my cousin, but there was no reply. I finally gave up, and decided to go to the bathroom. But as I went to the exit, I realized by the time I tried to open the door, I was locked in. Then my cousin appeared behind me, I jumped and screamed in horror. His stare was cold as ice. Sweating all over, I asked him how are we going to get out. He grinned slowly and said “no, YOU will never get out, you’re going to stay here for the rest of your life”.
I was confused. He added “you poor little fool, look at you, trembling and sweating, tears flowing down your fragile little face. How I so love it when you suffer!”. I stammered “but why would gain so much pleasure in my misery? Aren’t you supposed to be my cousin?”. He laughed evilly and replied “I’m NOT your cousin! I’m not even human!”. Just then he grabbed the sides of his face and started to peel his whole body off. What was behind the mask was a hideous looking green goblin with a huge crooked nose, cavity-infested teeth, hunched up back, huge clawed hands and feet, and boils all over his face.
“That’s right! You fell into our trap!” the goblin cackled. I tried to scream for help but he clawed my mouth shut. “Hush your screaming! It’s only for FUN!!” he shouted. Just then more and more cackling voices surrounded the room as it filled with more and more hideous looking goblins. “You’ll NEVER get out! You will remain here until you DIE!!” they chanted. They changed the same thing again and again as they crept loser to me. And closer. And closer. Just as they were about to sink their teeth into me, I passed out. And then I woke up, in my normal bed, in my normal home, no monsters, no goblins.
I kept the nightmare to myself because I’d just be told I ate too much sugar or I watched too many scary movies. Then I remembered all the real life times I was forced to do the many things I didn’t like all throughout my childhood, and some even as an adult. I realized it was a reminder that what I’ve had to go through is not normal. It was having my boundaries crossed. It was the one of the main reasons I moved out.
The nightmare, the part where the face was torn off reminded me of Roald Dahl’s The Witches. I felt as if I was secretly surrounded by monsters pretending to be human. I looked at myself in the mirror, what if I’M the monster? What if I was afraid of myself my entire life? I still wonder.
