This is probably more dream
but when I first moved in with my monstress of an ex-wife, we slept at the back of the house, where it was very very dark. I think I'd been used to having the glow of orange street light come through my curtains.

On one of the very first nights in that house, I woke to see a moving shape in the pitch dark... a bit like in predator when you see the air move but not the shape. Anyway it was coming closer, and as it came near to the bed where I was lay, it started to self illuminate, and it was a young girl of about seven, with long hair, a pale complexion, and very dark dead eyes.

I looked at her, and said there was nothing for you here, but she reached out and grabbed my throat. I started to choke, and flapped about on the bed trying to get free.

And then it stopped.

I must have woke up at that point, but it really did give me the willies and half believe it was real, it was so vivid.

After that, I left the curtains open whenever I was home alone so that some light would be in the room.

Some 24 years later, I still leave the curtains open, but that's because I'm a lazy twat.
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 7:41, 2 replies)

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lazy twat scaredy cat
( scoshi pretending to diet since, Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:20, closed)

Why
did you move in with your ex wife? Silly.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Thu 30 Jul 2009, 11:11, closed)