Imagine having dark dreams that permeate your life. One man goes in search of help with a online ad. What he finds out changes his outlook forever. When he finds out ghouls are real it might be his salvation.
Munich
You will not find my name anywhere on this document. I don't expect you to believe any of it. I wish I could deny the reality of my life.
I had always suffered, what older people often referred to, from night terrors.
Realistic dreams that make you feel like you are wide awake; when you are actually in a deep slumber. I would awake as a child sweating through my sheets and blankets. Anything within range of my flailing arms would knocked over or akimbo about the room.
I got my own room early. That was saying alot considering our house was small and space had to be given up. My mother gave up her sewing/crafts room really to help ease the tensions. My older brother, Jim, ended up sleeping on the floor to keep himself safe. My father would be forced out of bed by my screaming in the middle of the night. The room was the farthest away from everyone. I still had the terrors but it did help . Maybe it was the mental isolation I felt at being castaway from my family. I found that if I concentrated I could block them for the most part.
One of the most early and persistent ones went sorta like this: There was a group of people across the room from me. Somebody, I think it was my father, beckoned to me calling loudly. In the middle of the floor was a decomposing, wriggling arm. Everytime I moved it countered. Finally after the yelling grew louder I attempted to jump over it. It grabs my leg; I feel myself being pulled into the floor. The people across the room lose interest and turn their backs. It was at this point I would wake up...
Early on someone would usually
