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The Laughter of Children
Me and some guy (some guy I know, although I can't remember who) were putting on a performance. It was a dinner theater I guess. The shape of the building was kind of like a U but not. Two large dining rooms at each end of a slender hall which also had some tables and the entrance to the stairs that went down to the kitchen. I was in the western room setting up. We were playing (him) Death and (me) some kind of dark fey. I tormented death and convinced him to take more lives. In context, it was a very well known story, but I couldn't tell you now.
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Picture the library as a huge underground structure, something in the vein of the Hive from Resident Evil 1. I left Death and teamed up with a couple of professors and several Students of the DWMA, as well as this guy:
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By now the children were moving. Professor #2 said he knew a way to stop them, to counteract the witch's spell. So yeah... guess a witch murdered thousands of kids just to get to us? Professor #2 called them. Literally, just somehow set it up so that every single phone rang. And there were enough phones that each kid had one to answer. Apparently that's how the witch controlled them. When they picked up they when into some kind of trance and wouldn't move until they received her instructions. We all walked very carefully and quietly around them back to the entrance, intending to seal it and burn it to the ground.
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Fear
Two teenage girls in a town in the mountains wanted to ride snowmobiles and they decided to steal them from this old man in town because they didn't have one. I don't know why the old man did, but anyway, when they got back to town, everyone was gone. It was night.
They come across this hooded figure, and one girl starts screaming. Her friend turns to her and all her flesh is being... pulled, I guess? Down her right arm, like its getting sucked off of her. BUT there are extra parts! Like too many eyes and fingers, and for some reason she screams "even with all the eyes I can't see!"
Then I woke up. I'm at my dad's (although it has the layout of my mom's house...), and somehow I know the dream was real and that the thing is coming after us, so I tell my dad and we set up shop on the back porch to watch for it. It's a screened in porch so its almost like a room and its well lit, but as we sit there it starts to get darker and I couldn't tell you how I know but I can feel that my dad is somehow being turned by the darkness from the creature so I make an excuse to go inside and get away from him. I go to the stairs by the front door intending to go to the second floor and make sure my brothers are still alive when something starts pounding on the door.
For some reason I decide to open it and its my mom and she says "Oh thank God you're all alive!" My brothers come walking down the stairs and my dad comes in and every one is ok. We're smiling and laughing and I happen to glance toward the porch
The hooded creature is opening the back door.
To this day the image of that thing coming in the door terrifies me. It was sort of dementor-esque, but this was still a couple of years before Prisoner of Azkaban was published, so some part of my brain made them up from nowhere.
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Feel free to share your scary memories, dreamed, imagined, or otherwise, in the comments. Happy Halloween!
