Original title: “The Man In White”
Date added: 5/8/13
Date stored: 5/8/13
I'm not good at writing. So I'll just say what I have to say and skip the fancies. The Man In White. That's what I call him, I can't think of anything better. I need to get this off my chest.
The dreams started about a month ago. It was the same each time. I was watching some young woman at some nondescript park.
I watched as the woman walked in the dark. I was completely unable to move. Suddenly there was a deep humming. Different songs each time. Mary Had a Little Lamb, Camptown Races, One More Night.
The woman just ignored the music. Then I saw him. He slowly strode towards the woman. He was wearing a pure white tuxedo, white bow tie, white dress shoes, white gloves, and a white knight's helmet.
In his hands were a pair of very sharp barber's shears, and a knife with an ivory handle. He stepped right behind the woman, and smacked her on the back of her head so hard she fell down. He grabbed her hair, took the shears, and stabbed her in the eye. He then took the knife and slit her throat. As soon as she struggling, he cut a large X right over her heart.
The strangest dream was when he had stopped murdering the woman, looked straight at me, I could see past the Helmet, and saw a hollow socket where his right eye should have been. He then continued to kill the woman. This happened every other night. I knew I would have the dream, but it still freaked me out.
Then it happened. I woke up from the nightmare, and saw him standing over me. He hummed. Then he leaned over me, and whispered " Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye." I Woke up sweating, and heard someone say "Get up." He was right there. I've been having different dreams, in this loop. I'm probably dreaming right now. And I'll See him, and it will start over again, and I'll never really post this.
If I do post this, and then I see him... Well, that probably won't happen. Dammit. I just saw him. But This really dose
"Cross my heart and hope to die.
Stick a needle in my eye.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Stick a needle in my eye."
I'm done. He left. I'm posting this. I don't care what happens. I don't want others to have to no. I know he's coming back.