I Had A Weird Dream Like Years Ago, Still I Can Remember It.

I had a weird dream like years ago, still I can remember it.

I found myself in the small room, where the walls were four huge borderlrss mirrors, the concrete floor and the ceiling was just void. Unlike my other dreams, where I was aware that it was not me experiencing the events, rather somebody elses POV with partial control over the situation, in this one I was myself. I took the gas lamp from the floor and stood up. I could see my reflection in three of the mirrors. I turned around to look at the fourth mirror. In this one, my reflection was not the reflection at all. It was not turning while I did, it just stood there perfectly still. This entity looked exactly like me, exept it did not have a lantern. And when I looked at its eyes, I felt uncanny and flinched: the irises were made of stone, with glowing yellowish cracks. It touched the mirror and after a moment of hesitation I raised my hand with a lantern to reach the mirror. Suddenly, I felt pain, as if somebody was taking away something from me. The feeling of gradually losing something which you can't identify and had not even know it was present there. I tried to take my palm away from the glass. I could not. I looked at the entity again and saw it was grinning and holding the lantern now. Something dark and massive energed from behind it. I felt so weak I could not even stand anymore, i fell at my knees, still unable to take my hand away. Then the dark thing just jumped at me and after few moment of darkness, I woke up, scared and still feeling weak and missing something

I have read some of the posts, like southern gothic, 911 gothic, colledge gothic and so on. Basically a bunch of short and uncanny ideas or situations on certain topic. So I wanted to create something like that about the flat. Because apartment buildings that are twice your age can be as scary as old mansions. I mean, consider the idea that ghosts stick to places where they used to live. How many people could have died in the mansion over, say, five decades? No more than five, probably. Now consider the same number for the building where roughly fifteen families per entrance live. Anyway, there is my list (i honestly do not know how to name it). Some of the situations may or may not have actually happened

-- You come into an empty room you just left to get the snacks. Were not the curtain shut and the wardrobe door closed when you left the room? -- You hear your neighbors downstairs arguing again. Your flat is on the ground floor. -- You did not left the lights on, did you? -- Your cat has been staring at the wall for at least 5 minutes. After you say that you have to concentrate to study, and ask whoever is that to leave. Your cat turns the head and watches as if something was leaving the room. You still don’t see anything. -- You hear someone from the opposite house practicing the guitar and you can actually see them through the window. They look so passionate about that, you decide to try and practice along with them. You go to that flat. It has a police department notice on the door dated two years before. Neighbors tell you there was a major fire, someone died that night and nobody bought or rented the flat since then. -- There is less tea in your cup than you recall since your previous sip Somebody knocks on your door. You stay silent. They are ringing the bell. You quietly sneak to see who is there. Hallway is empty -- The children are screaming too loud. You can’t recall when they had not screamed. Not even second of silence in last fifteen years. -- Your parents tell you woke them up at 3 AM, screaming “they are so close, they are here, HELP”. You try to convince yourself it was a bad dream, which triggered you. You vividly remember that calm dream you had once in a whole year of nightmares. In the morning, you see bloody fingerprints and smears on the bookshelf next to your bed. Those are your fingerprints, but you don’t have any wounds -- You walk past your front door. You check whether it is locked. You lock it. You walk past your front door. You check whether it is locked. You lock it. You walk past your front door. You check whether it is locked. You do not want to think. You just keep locking it. -- Do not mind the shadows behind your shoulder. You will get used to their breath and the feeling of being stared at. They are just curious. You hope so -- Your sibling is chilling with you in the room. They go to the kitchen. They never return. The being next to you is not your sibling anymore -- You wake up to the birds chripping, the swallows. They are deafening. It is the middle of the night. And dead silence to your parents. -- Mirrors are everywhere. In the hall, in the bathroom, inside of the cupboard, in the polished furniture, kitchen tiles. Your reflection is haunting you. It does not feel normal. -- Why do your pills taste like blood? Why does the scent of blood fill your room? Why are there flashes of bloody red on your peripheral vision? Nobody else notices. Outside the flat you have never experienced anything like this -- It is normal for kids to have invisible friends, right? Your parents told you that you had one too. They have a notebook with your description. “They can’t leave this room. They want to go to the kitchen, but they can’t. So I want to keep them company”. You remember the feeling of utter horror because of someone’s presence there when you had to go there -- I did take my pill, why is it still in the blister? What had I taken than? -- Every autumn, at the exact same date, you would come home from school and see a coffin in the hallway, right across your flat. Every single year dies at the same date. You wonder when your turn is

I don't honestly think this is normal, as well as my reaction on this, but i found the situation hoplessly hilarious

i was made to apologize for so many things, even for the most basic ones. I first found myself grinning when i was asked to apologise for eating too much, the day after i apologised for not eating and causing money to be hypothetically spent on medications. last week i was made to apologize for (drum rolls) breathing. i almost burst into laughter, the only thing that kept me from doing this was threat of being choken straight after. two days ago i was blamed in everything again, including my presence in a flat being unbearable, so i apologized for my existense and was called the dumb ungrateful piece of sh*t.

WTF?! Why do I keep getting struck by static electrics? Only today I have already been struck 3 times by the fridge door, five or more times by different door handles, every person I had a physical contact with. Annoying and unpleasant

Imagine the playable character, that has their own personality, thoughts, intentions, basically a human, yet they have to be the player's marionette.(someone like Kris from the Deltarune) They don't bend to players will, they have own oppinion an actions and situations, their thoughts are not replaced. They can disagree, rebel, be unwilling to do something, but they can't do anything.

I guess I can at least partly understand this character. I do exist onlt because somebody wanted a child, all my choices are not mine, most of my actions are dictated, everything that i say is either an etiquette like a scripted dialogue or things others want me to say. If i fail, it is my fault, like a character lacking stats. If i succeed, than it is "the player's" success, praise them and be grateful for achieving something despite having these porr stats.

And the consequences are not for "the player" to meet. I am the one dealing with them, even though I knew exactly how this wpuld end up. "tne player" knows better. I don't have a voice in this. I am not allowed to speak freely. I am not allowed to choose. I am not allowed to talk to anyone without their permission. I am not allowed to express emotions they don't want to see at the given moment. I have to be only grateful for my existence and my lifepath being not as terrifying as some other people's.

I wonder when this little rpg will end. when they will inally get bored. when i can try to live MY life. or if they break me and get me killed someday. most likely they will throw me away like an inanimate obejct

Sorry for a long post, thank you if you read all of this

I have the urge to share this experience with somebody, so here it goes.

When I was about five or six, I had a couple of friends who I trusted and knew well. We were going out and playing together, and everything was fun. However, that summer none of them were in the town, so I was bored. And there was a gang of fifteen or so kids in the neighbourhood. The need to socialize and boredom led me to joining the gang. It was fun in the beginning, I became friends with a girl there.

One day, we were playing dodgeball. I got hit, so I was sitting on the bench and talking to that girl. Just finished eating an apple and threw away the apple core. And it accidentally hit the “leader”. All chit-chat and laughter abruptly stopped. Dead silence. I apologised, stating that it was an accident. He said that words are not enough and I should be punished. One or two people tried to say that it was too much, but were told to shut up.

Have you ever experienced the feeling of being hunted? Awful experience. I was fighting (as much as the five-year-old girl can), and scratching and biting, but they were two boys against me. The rest of the gang just stood still and watched in silence. I tried to run. Not so far though. They caught me. I hit the one who was holding me with my head in the nose. The “leader” smirked and tried to hit me with his fist in the face. I dodged. He hit the one who was holding me. He tried again, but missed. The gang was still silently watching. Eventually, I had to let him hit me. They both walked away, proud of themselves. The girl I was talking to argued with them, stating that it was cruel and unfair, with some of kids nodding in agreement. But most just STAYED SILENT. After the boy left I asked the gang: “Was that really fair? Those of you, who actually think that was fair, tell me now”. They stayed silent again, averting eyes.

This is what terrifying me. Why were they just doing nothing, even though they saw injustice? Why they stayed in silent? Why couldn’t they do anything against their so-called leader? And, I thought back then, oh god, I will have to live in society like that? Who can do nothing against the authority, even if its deeds are wrong. Who will just stay silent, like the flock of speechless, thoughtless sheep, watching their own kind being murdered and meekly waiting the same happening to them?

Both then and now I feel so furious, I can’t even verbally explain the scale

Sorry, took me longer than expected. Thanks if you actually managed to read this