The House Of Nightmares..
When I was very young my mother moved us to an old colonial house in Fielding NZ. Back then, the house was already 120+ years old, it was an amazing house for kids to grow up in and had many things to keep young kids entertained, however it also had so many creepy areas. Even as a 2/3 year old kid, I didn’t like to go near them because they made me so overwhelmingly uncomfortable.
It was just myself and mum when we first moved into the house. From the moment I arrived there, I started having a nightmare which was SO vivid that I still recall it, to this day. Long story short; there was an unexplained bamboo patch between the granny flat and the garage…it was one of the places that made me uneasy…every night, without fail, I would dream that I was walking past it and would hear rustling which would cause me to stop and peer into the bamboo, at which point a HUGE snake would appear, mouth open fangs dripping and come right at my face – which would be when I would wake up screaming, every night. The dream never changed, they never let up, it happened exactly the same, every night. My mother actually put a mattress beside her bed and stopped even coming to my room every night, because it all became so routine. So I would just wake up, screaming and walk myself to her room.
Interestingly though, whenever I left the house and stayed elsewhere, the nightmare never came…it was ONLY EVER in that house. After having the nightmare so consistently, even I stopped being shocked by it, and stopped screaming every time I had it. I would have been around 4 at this stage. My mother had not long since, had my youngest brother, who was in the crib in the room just through the double French doors of my bedroom.
One night I had the nightmare as per usual, and opened my eyes. I was facing the double French doors where my baby brother was asleep in his crib. Standing over the crib, looking at him, was a solid black figure in the shape of a man. It must have noticed me wake up, because it snapped is head in my direction and stared at me. It felt like it was looking at me for ages, but it wouldn’t have been for longer than a couple of seconds, then as I started to scream it disappeared. As it had been a while since I had screamed in the night, my mother came running into my room and I was distraught, I made her get my two brothers and we all went and slept in her room.
Even though I was so young, it has stayed with me for 25 years, and still gives me goosebumps and makes me uneasy to this day.