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Date: Thu, 30 Oct 1997 13:58:31 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname David Gregory
email hightech@htgraphics.com
Allright here's a creepy one from my Aunt Zola. It happened to her best freind who is still screwed up emotionally from the chain of events that I am about to unvail to you. The mere thought of what happened gives me a nervous feeling in my stomach. Originally even I thought the whole thing was bull after I heard it, but after finally meeting Zola's best freind, I realized the story is all true. The woman is still a visceral mess.
It started when (let's call her Wendy) turned 26. A few days after her birthday, she had an extremely intense dream. As Wendy slept, she envisioned herself walking through a house that she had never lived in, yet the interior seemed vaguely familiar. She felt herself climbing the winding staircase and she remembers noticing the green flowered carpet that covered the wood of the stairs. "Such an ugly carpet for a beautiful house," she thought as she finished her ascend and entered the hallway.
The hallway seemed very dark and long as she peered down it, and she remebers seeing a door at the end of it, which was slightly ajar. She also recalls the faint crying of a baby that became louder and louder as she moved toward the room ahead. She couldn't see very well, the only light that was being emitted was from the room, which was illuminated by candles.
As Wendy pressed on, her anxiety grew. The baby's wailing was not normal, and as she drew closer to the door it sounded more and more horrid. She had never heard such pain filled cries of a child like this before, and she longed for them to cease, but most of all she longed to wake up. Finally, when she reached the end of the hall and placed her hand on the doorknob, the crying stopped, and the door became stuck. In the last part of the dream, she recalls looking down at her bare feet, and noticing a pool of blood that started puddling up as it gushed from inside the room. Immediately following that image, Wendy awoke.
Well this was certainly the most terrifying of all the dreams that she had ever had. But at that early time in her life, Wendy was strong and she just passed it off as a wild nightmare occouring from something that she had eaten that evening before bed. Still, she felt very scared and didn't sleep right for the rest of the week.
Now Wendy thought nothing of this until about 5 months later. One night before bed she had an uneasy feeling in her gut. Something was about to happen but she didn't know what. Well wouldn't you know it, Wendy had the same exact dream as 5 months before. Only this time, the wailing seemed louder and the puddle of blood seemed to grow larger at her bare feet, submerging them up to her ankles.
And this went on for years.Every once in a while, Wendy would have her dream. Same house, same flowered carpet, and the same horrible ending. Needless to say Wendy was at her wits end, and she was searching for answers. She started to receive therapy, but even that was no help. She couldn't escape it. It seemed to never end. Until that one day. (go to pt. 2)
Note:Part two of this story is apparently among the missing.