Geocities Dream

It was a dark night, I was going down a hill, passing between the orange lights, I was walking with my group of friends.

  For some reason we looked for my younger brother and invited him to go for a ride with us. When we were passing in front of the school, a boy his age appeared, under a strange wooden construction, who seemed pleasant, and we assumed that he was one of his classmates.

  I was checking my cell phone looking at the art of a Japanese person, who uploaded everything to a geocities page.

One showed a Japanese woman, with long dark hair, dressed in a long white cloth. When we looked back we realized that my brother was not there, and neither was the other child. So we quickly went to look for them, until we arrived at a beach, already at dawn, where a sect could be seen crucifying and setting fire to a woman. The same as the previous blog. After such a spectacle, I wake up, but on the couch, where I never slept that night, that's when I see my cell phone and read the following:

“I can't believe it, he really disappeared?”

“Yes, the day before he spoke about his art, and claimed not to believe in the existence of monsters, nor in the paranormal, and the next day his disappearance was reported.”

  I turned off the cell phone after that, and listened carefully to the sound of the fan in the hallway, and asked the question:

“What is real life?”

  Instantly, it went off.

  Then I started hearing barking, but it seemed like it was made by a wild and horrifying version of a human being.

  I run to my grandmother's room, where I see her contorting herself in impossible shapes, and I decide to hang her, knowing that it was not her.

  I wake up in my bed, watching the fan turn off.