A Terrifying Dream (again) and Strange Happenings

What I dreamed of last night beats anything I have ever dreamed in sheer terror. In fact, it was so ... ahhh ... that I don't even want to talk about it. All I'm going to say is, it involved a raptor and some very large bugs.

Something else is beginning to play with me.


I enjoy writing, as I've said before, and when I was at school in Year Seven (I must have been about eleven) I began to write the prologue and first chapter of a horror story entitled ‘Fear Park’. This week I found my old notebook and began to type it up, changing phrases and adding words where I deemed it necessary.

I began to think about my main villain, whom I had named Lazarus the Scorpion Man, after a particularly horrifying nightmare I had once had.

I came across an old box that I had not used since that time. Inside it, I found many things: old toys, pencils, mini torches – the usual junk of an eleven year old. What I found inside that box along with the junk chilled my blood.

There was a drawing of the creature from my dream, of Lazarus. It was not a good picture, for I have never been too good at visual art, drawing and the like. Even so, the smile on the distorted, grotesque parody of a human face I had given him was horrendous.

When I turned over the paper, I found another drawing of another very odd creature. A dim memory comes to me, of a school friend drawing it and calling it a ‘thunderbird’. Written on the paper on this side was a set of instructions: Start, settings, CP, display prop, screen saver, strolling marquee and setting. It looked like it had come from a computer.

I also found another item, which is the oddest of all: a strip of metal wound around a rusty nail, a rudimentary knife.

Now I am frightened. Why did I find all this, just when I began to remember old memories? What force is at large here? I have the terrifying thought that something is playing with me. I have the worse thought that it is enjoying it.