DREAM JOURNAL

Hello dream journal, my name is Neko Kaur Tigress and this is my first dream from my fear of dolls.

I was the oldest of my siblings, can't recall how old I was but in this 4 bedroom house that belonged to my grandparents were me, sister Kiran and our parents Manjit and Gurmit by a countryside in a villagelike town called Blackburn in Lancashire.

Every night I had suffered from night terrors and I struggled to sleep as a result from watching horror movies before bed, I know it's not smart but I was a stubborn child, I shared a room with my sister as far as I can remember. Once it hits bedtime, all is silent within the house and each person is tucked up peacefully in their beds; the moment my eyes are shut I am pulled into spiral that turned into a loophole nightmare.

Right now feels so real as my eyes flutter open yet in reality I lay asleep, tossing and turning in my sleep...yet in this dark, groggy dream world I am outside my bedroom door.

Nobody is in the house but myself as the fear of abandonment and loneliness surrounds me while I take each wary step along the landing towards the staircase that leads to a front door at the bottom of the stairs then on its right is the lounge;

By the time my feet have gingerly reached the edge of the staircase an unknown pull from some forcefield pulled or dragged me down the stairs, I grabbed on to the bannister and clung on for dear life but got pulled slowly into this spiral pit of darkness.

After what felt like hours I found myself in the living room, confused and disoriented but was unable to move my legs and look for my family members...just when I was attempting to lift my feet off the lounge rug my whole body turned into some kind of ball and I started spinning round and round uncontrollably until I screamed and cried but nobody heard me.

The constant spinning had stopped but by then I collapsed from exhaustion on to carpeting and shook my head only to realise I must have spun forward towards the dining spot then turned right...slamming into the wooden double doors, past drawers, pantry and a sewing machine then stopped in the centre of my grandparents living room; that is when I heard the sound, sound of a rhythmic tapping in four beats at once from each window but the tapping sound was getting closer each time a window was tapped, "What could that be?"

I asked myself in a shaky whisper, this time I was unable to move my legs like something was forcing me to stay where I am but as I sat frozen still my eyes slowly scanned the whole room then in the corner of my eye I noticed a silhouette of someone half the size of a regular human; their appearance hidden behind a curtain...the second I realized where the tapping sound was coming from I was able to move so I got up quietly yet silently, heart beating so loudly I was afraid the unknown killer might hear it.

Very stealthily I could tiptoe over the broken door parts then started running to each exit, all resulting in fails as the killer was at each window tapping the glass with a knife and each time the realisation sunk in I had no escape made my blood run cold as the last window to turn to was in the kitchen which had no blinds or curtains.

I turned to my right, hyper ventilating with both eyes shut hoping I'll still be alive but I was not prepared to see this...the second I opened both my eyes, I felt myself and time itself had frozen over!

Right in front of me, covered in blood and grinning in a psychotic yet twisted, sinister way with eyes wide open staring into my soul was not a person but an entity that caused me to have these disturbed nights...

I did not know what had happened after Chucky broke the glass window and started to chase me, I only recall waking up shaking and sweating; it had been a continuous dream every night as a child.

By Neko Tigress aka Parmjit Kaur Marshall