This house is freaking scary at night.
I keep seeing the stereotypical ghost girl or whatever: a young girl in a white dress with long black hair, who is always looking down. But whenever you see her face, she looks like Zalgo got a hold of her.
I see her at the end of the hallway, and in the full body mirror in my bathroom.
Oh god these hallucinations aren’t healthy.
Tries to seduce boyfriend
No I must stop he doesn’t want to ugh
Looks like another night alone with myself
The Dream - Night of March 22-23, 2012.
Had an odd dream about New York last might. I do not remember much of the beginning, but it’s the end that gets me.
I was at a bar with Rhiannon and some other guy, knowing Richie’s ride would soon pick me up. Richie was off doing orchestra, waiting on his biological dad to pick him up.
Richie had been in a bum mood that night, knowing I was at a bar drinking. He also knew I sensed a death in the future, and he was genuinely afraid it was going to be me from getting blackout drunk. I was drinking responsibly though, knowing his dad would be picking me up soon and that we were in New York, so I should be sober enough to see all that’s happening.
Richie sent me a text saying he was outside with his dad. I left the building and got in the car. Richie was tense, and I held his hand without saying a word. His dad didn’t really turn around, though he said, “Hey Rachel, nice to meet you.” His hair was back in a pony tail, just like Richie’s.
We were cruising along in silence the whole ride. I thought I’d be drifting off, yet instead I was wide awake, looking about the streets of NY at night. We were the only ones out driving on the streets until…
“Dad look out!”
Richie’s scream jerked my attention to find his dad was dozing off at the wheel. His dad jerked awake and looked at us and said, “Goodbye…”
We slammed into a huge truck that was coming at us. Richie pulled me into his arm right before we hit, which saved me from damage. He curled into a ball over me, saving himself. His dad though… Well, his dad didn’t make it. The impact was hard, and it killed him.
It wasn’t long before Richie and I were in a hospital getting check. Richie had a shard of glass in his cheek, explaining the random scar he has on his right side. I was pretty much okay.
The next day, Richie and I walked the streets of NY alone, and in silence. We watched a suicide that day.
….
I woke up.
