Dream #1 - Night of 13/10/24 🏘️👁️😨

I wasn't myself, physically - instead, a girl of similar age - in this dream, and I had recently moved into a new house with my father. I was an only child, and he was a single parent. 

It was a nice house in a decent neighbourhood, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't never shake the feeling that I was being watched. I was very paranoid, so I told my father, and he reassured me, saying that I'm feeing like this because "it's a new house in an unfamiliar place - wait a few weeks untill we're all settled in and have unpacked, and this feeling will go away".

It didn't.

It wasn't until I got home from school one day that I noticed her. The lady who lived in the house opposite ours, but a house or two over to my right, looking out my bedroom in the front. She looked so strange an unnerving. Uncanny valley type stuff, like a human with doll like traits, and not in a cute way. Everything about this "person" was unsettling and quite frankly, disturbing.

She was watching me from the 1st floor window (or of you use the American system, 2nd floor), and I could see her out of the corner of my eye staring directly at me, however when I turned to look at her myself, she looked away. Quick enough so that I couldn't see her staring, but slow enough that I could see her head snap away to look in another direction. I felt like I was going insane, and nobody believed me when I told them.

We had an elderly man as out next-door neighbour, very sweet man. He visited us every week, so I could've waited to build up relations, but I was too scared to wait. I asked him 3 weeks after moving about the "lady" who lived in [INSERT ADDRESS]] , and he paused. He told me that the lady who lived there was rather eccentric, but deep down, she was a good woman. Yeah right, as if I was going to believe that. I told this man that I've seen her watching me from her front windows, but he chuckled and shook his head, telling me that I should rest more - and maybe lay off the horror films.

Now at this point I was livid, skittish, and understandably, terrified. I mean, this "lady" was following me to school, for God's sake!! Why wouldn't I freak out?! Oddly enough, the only place she wouldn't follow me was the park. I still don't know why. Was it to do with children? Unlikely, but the chances are never zero. Maybe the ground it was built on? Possibly, but I have no way of knowing. I did some research, and the ground doesn't belong or used to hold anything significant, let alone supernatural.

Or maybe I was just totally overreacting? I wasn't sleeping brilliantly before we moved and I do tend to see things when sleep deprived - and I did go and see a creepy movie with my cousin fairly recently. Despite this, I couldn't deny this feeling. I didn't want to. It felt dangerous to.

I was actually contemplating seeking mental help. That's how dire this situation was getting. And I know it doesn't sound like much when I'm typing this now, but at the time, it was all I could think about. I was fixated on the thought, concept, existence and being of the "lady" from house [INSERT ADDRESS]  . Although with my father still skeptical of this "lady"'s existence, the chances of me getting the help I felt I needed were slim.

Then she started sending letters.

I never read the letters. My father did it over me and swore to tell me what they said afterwards, but he never did. However judging by his reactions whilst reading these letters, maybe it was best I didn't. I'm fact, I only ever saw the envelopes - no address, no stamp, no sign of postage. Just my name. I hated this more than the concept of what was inside, since this implied to me that she posted it by hand. And yes, she knows where I live, because she stares at me daily. And yes, she knows where I live, because she watches me leave for school daily. But she decided to post letters by hand, which, now that I'm typing things up, doesn't sound as nearly as creepy as I thought it was at the time, but please, remember the situation I was in;

Only child. Single dad. New neighbourhood. Creepy stalker. No one believing you. Sleeping in the front room. Being followed borderline everywhere. And how you're recieving creepy letters sealed crudely with glue.

I ended up shutting all the blinds in the house so I couldn't see out the windows, and my father didn't protest at all. But somehow, this felt worse. I wasn't sure how, at first, not being able to see outside made me feel so deeply sick. But of course, not being able to see outside was the exact problem.

She could be standing outside every window at any time, listening to what I say, so, eat and breathe. Following me by sound alone, and nobody seeing her or caring enough to intervene. If I did so much as walk too fast past a curtain, I could give away my location, and all she'd need to do is either break in or wait until I finally snap and look outside, tempted by her piercing gaze that penetrates the drapes, the only thing I have to call protection. After all, i stopped going to school, so she knows I'm here. She stands outside my room at night, climbing up the walls and clinging, hoping I'll wake to see her wretched face up close and silently scream a prayer for mercy.

So that's it! I kind of woke up in a cold sweat after this one... And to a Monday! I don't know what's scarier! QAQ! I sorta went to town with the storytelling here - I've had all day to internally monologue it to myself!

To be perfectly honest, I would make this into a First-person horror game! If I could code, that is TwT... 

Anyways, I hope you (somehow) enjoyed hearing the tellings of my distressing dreams, and I hope you want more! I will try and make more (once I dream again)!! I also take feedback on writing and stuff!! Feel free to talk about it like its a story rather than a dream :3