Fear defeats more people than any one thing in the world. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hey late night and early morning TAY'ers, and welcome to the Thursday Graveyard Shift.

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Tonight, we're going to talk about something a little different and maybe a teeny bit more personal and serious for some. My hope is that everyone here at the Graveyard Shift can get to know a little bit more about one another this way, plus it seems like a really fun night-time topic for me to write about. So... let's talk about nightmares. Specifically, what was the worst nightmare or worst recurring nightmare you ever had?

I'll start, since it only seems fair, just be warned that like with most things I write, it'll end up being rather lengthy.

When I was younger, I was convinced (and still sort of am) that the house I lived in growing up was haunted. It started when I saw a rather large humanoid figure inside of my parents' office area. When I first looked inside the room, he was stooped over, inspecting some electronics on the floor, but when I called for him, thinking it was my father, he stood up, and I was able to see him more clearly. He had incredibly long arms and legs, and was very lanky. His abnormal height forced him to bend over so he wouldn't hit the ceiling. I knew pretty quickly that I wasn't looking at my father.

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Now, I'm not really sure what it was. It could have been my shadow and a strange play of light, or maybe it really was my father and I just imagined it all (I never really did ask him). The point of the story is that that night began a long string of nightmares where my house, or an entity that controlled my house, would kill me - slowly, and in sometimes ridiculous ways. The ones I remember most vividly are ones where the house would seem to come alive.

One recurring nightmare chain I had was that I would wake up, and usually it would be in the middle of the night. Right away, I would look up from my bed and notice that there was a rather large face in my room (about my height when I was ten, so probably just under five feet) that just sat there, completely still, and did glared at me while I was in bed. If I acted like I was going to leave my bed, or began to cry, or even screamed, then the dream got even worse. I would be transported, either instantaneously (like teleporting) or slowly dragged up to the face, where it would then proceed to eat me.

The worst part about these nightmares is that I couldn't seem to wake up unless I did any of these. Even if I would realize I was dreaming, I couldn't wake myself up. The only way to let myself be awake again was to let myself get eaten by the wall. There were other dreams and odd happenings related to my house, but I think this post is getting long enough, and I'm curious to see what you all are going to share. Maybe I'll share them some other time.

Long story short, I dreamed of my home being a huge jerk, and I had a hard time sleeping in my room for quite some time, usually preferring the couch over being anywhere near that nightmare wall.

So what about the rest of you? Do you have any interesting nightmare stories to share, or maybe you want to go with just general fears? Come on, it's a Thursday, what else were you going to do tonight - sleep? Might as well talk about nightmare fuel!

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