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sobota, 11 maja 2013

The scream that knows you


I knew that this apparition was going to visit. I didn't know when and where, though. A haunted house that had quite large simple windows from which a dark gray clear sky was seen was where I arrived. There I noticed two children sitting on the floor of one very spacious room. One of the children started crawling behind a wardrobe in one of the corners in the room. I walked up to this child, held its arms and tried to comfort it by saying that there is nothing wrong going on. At this moment I started feeling that I was really comforting myself. I also noticed that the child was actually a rubber doll but nevertheless I felt that a spirit of an innocent little kid was making this doll move and it didn't scare me at all... For some reason it felt natural. What did start to scare me was the presence I started to feel somewhere above me. I knew that it was the apparition of the unknown woman that I so much feared. It was behind me and I was very scared to turn around. I got on my knees and intended to beg her for something at the same time as I slowly started to turn my back. When I saw her face, she gave out a horrible scream and looked more frightening than anything I've ever laid eyes upon. The shriek stormed through every bit of my being, it seemed like she knew everything about me.

When I woke up, I recalled that I called the doll girl “Lilly”. I know that it is, phonetically at least, the name of a character in a movie in which my favorite young actress played.. But it's also the name of a child I knew that lived for a single day. Her grave I failed to visit.