January 12, 2009

  • My Scariest Nightmare - The Uninvited Contest

    Every so often since I was five, I have been haunted by this dream.

    It starts with myself sitting in the passenger seat of a blue truck. A close friend of my younger sister is driving me up a long gravel driveway to a house that looks Victorian. It is yellow with white trimming and a huge wrap-around porch/veranda. There are white shutters on every window, spaced so exactly, it looks like a dollhouse. When I walk into the house, there is a party going on. My father and sister are there. I do not remember seeing my mother. Time passes, and I remember playing a game of hide and go seek with other children in the house. Soon, I start to want to explore the house more in depth. I look into rooms and climb stairs that never seem to end. Eventually, I see my dad who starts telling me to run. As I run, I keep climbing the stairs, up and up and up. I look back behind me briefly to find a girl with dark hair covering her face. It reminds me now of a combination of the girl from The Grudge and The Ring. She is chasing me through the house, arms jumping out of the walls trying to grab and scratch me, slowing me down. As I keep running up the stairs, the house starts to narrow and the staircase becomes more of a spiral with a square design. She is grabbing at my heels, and I grasp each stair above me with my hands, scrambling forward. Soon, The staircase ends and there is only a ladder. I climb up the ladder to the top of the house where the attic is. I shoves the board up and pull myself into the attic, slamming the plank on top of the hole again before she can get to the ladder. I latch it shut, and she does not pursue me. When I regain my breath, I look around me to find a huge, empty attic. It is immacuately clean and varnished. There are the usual eaves and supports in any other attic. It is simply free of dust and clutter. The only thing in the room aside from me is a person sitting in a wooden, rolling chair, back facing me. I walk to them, grabbing the back of the chair and turning it around. It's my father, dead and cold in the chair. Someone starts speaking to me, and I turn. It's my father, alive. I look around at the chair again, but it is gone. Then, I look around me, confused. This is where I wake up.

    I just blogged about my scariest nightmare to enter The Uninvited Scariest Nightmare Contest for 1,000 credits. You can earn free credits too! Brought to you by The Uninvited - In Theaters January 30th.