Insanity Driven

The only reason Im here is for help.
Should I cut to the chase? Or, would you prefer the details?
Either way, I'll just start from the beginning.
For about 7 months, I have been experiencing some of the most disturbing events. What this "thing" is that has been tormenting me, I don't know.
I had the worst, most disturbing dream. dreamt that I woke up, looked out my bedroom window, and my eyes centered right into the middle of the street, where my best friend, was just standing there. His head was cocked in a curious manner, and his eyes were huge. He just stared at me. I remember that I tried to call his name, but I received nothing.
The dream ended right as a car came into contact with my friend.
On the very next day, my friend Jacob asks me something. He tells me this, in his own exact words. It began with a normal conversation, but then he brought this up.
"Hey. I had such a frightening dream last night. I dreamt I was standing next to your house, in the road. Odd, right? It gets creepier. You were in your window, staring at me with your head turned sideways. With a creepy, wide eyed stare. Dude, I was so scared! (laughs)"
I tried to keep calm when I heard that. The rest of my day had been horrible. It went by so slow...
A couple of nights later, I had been hearing small noises at home. It started out with simple scratching noises, and quiet knocks, but it had gotten worse. Those scratching noises became loud scraping noises, and the quiet knocks became obnoxious bangs. Only then did I begin to get suspicious.
I had wondered if it could be a prank, being I get pranked on all the time for being afraid of the paranormal. But I had also wondered, what if this wasn't the case?
The following night, I had the same recurring dream.
I hadn't been in contact with my friend for a while, and I didn't want to bother him, being he had been going through tough times. I was no longer suspicious, I was officially frightened.
I had never expierenced anything like I did a few weeks later.
In this dream, all I could hear was a young man's voice sorrounded by darkness. I remember most of it:
"What is a being that fears...(giggling) fear itself? What drives...the mind to the point of insanity?"
A very dull image of my family came to mind.
The dream went on for what felt like hours, just of a family photo taken years ago. I remember, being so afraid, I ended up screaming awake, making my dogs bark.
This dream seemed to repeat itself every night. I really don't like reliving this, but this is what I am using to vent out my feelings about the following events.
I have had depression all my life, but during this time, I had never felt so horrible in all my life. I recall on what I believe was 6 months ago, waking up to intense screaming. It was in the same room I was in. I laid there in terror, not wanting to open my eyes. The screaming was no shrill, but rather deep, like a deep male scream. It had ended abruptly, and I didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
I hadn't experienced anything for a little less than 2 months, and I was with my friends. It was about 8:00 at night, and it was just starting to get dark. We were all sitting under a lamp post on the curb. I was watching over a younger child, Avery, who wore big shoes and a hat, and a t shirt. He was being his irritating self when I noticed someone run from a small house strait into the road. No one else saw what I saw. The running figure stopped on the other side of the road, cocked its head and stared at me curiously. I realized the figure I observed was Avery.
The same t shirt, hat, and shoes, and he looked just like him. It quickly lunged into a tree and climbed. I screamed at "Avery", telling him to get back here. I was poked in the shoulder, I turned around, and Josh was sitting there with a confused look on his face. All my other friends looked at me, confuse as well. Josh told me this.
"Umm, I'm right here. What are you talking about...?"
I almost lost it.
I abruptly left, my friends calling back to me whats wrong, but I insist its that I'm not feeling well. I take off home, only to have that dream repeat itself again.
Whats going on... I continue to have the dream with the family portrait.
It happens every so often ... even if it started so long ago ...
Only did I experience the true terror of what may have been tormenting me.
I had experienced this hell for too long. My next dream had a figure. A full blown figure. What other way to describe what it ressembled than this.
I recall that it had huge eyes. Not like your every day eyes, large and horridly bloodshot. Its lower jaw had been completely removed, leaving only the upper. It had no hair, and was extremely pale. I have no idea how I would decribe just how thin it was, it was possible to see every bone in its body. Its hands were unseen as the creature concealed them behind its back. It was sitting cross-legged, staring at me with those bloodshot eyes...but they weren't truly eyes. There, was no...it didn't have pupils. All that was visible was the whites of its eyes. I remember it staring at me for what felt like hours. I felt it getting closer, the image of the frightening thing that sat before me.
I woke up having difficulty breathing, first thing I heard was my radio playing. I was relieved it was only a dream. But I hadn't been so comfortable for long. Something was running around in the laundry room. It sounded like it was panicking. The sound of bare skin hitting the cold, tiled floor was evident. I didn't want to get up.
I couldn't hold in my terror. I made a very quick shrill scream. I tryed to stop, but I couldn't. It must of been all the fear coming out at once...yes, thats what it was. I abruptly stopped.
The sounds of panicked running stopped, an a low demonic growl rose from the laundry room. As I panicked more, the louder the growling became. Whatever it was, I heard it frantically bolt from the laundry room strait into my room.
The image of what I'm about describe to you is something that may haunt me..for a longer time than you would think.
It was hunched over drastically and very awkwardly bent down. The sound it made as it charged at me, was of a deep male scream, bloodcurtling. It ran at a disturbingly fast rate, right into me. You have no idea how frightened I was. Right when it was only a couple feet away from me, it vanished. Just, vanished.
Now, I here these noises as I type this, coming from downstairs. Earlier, I had heard my intruder alarm go off. Now, mind you, this alarm is very difficult to set off. It takes one breaking in, or smashing in a door or window for this thing to go off. The noise, making me jump, (mind you, its very loud.) had me running downstairs undefended. Nothing was there, but all the doors, windows and all the other openings in my house were wide open.
When I had woken up,, it was in the house again, the laundry ... room. Its speaking. Speaking in a nasty, hissing, and wailing - like tone. The sound had stopped ... it hissed a name ... I believe it said Walt.
I couldn't sleep. What is beginning to happen is out of my control. What I should have I done? I couldn't do anything. I wanted to call the police, but what would happen then? Its had been silent. The eyes of the creature continue to be what I believe is the scariest, most terrifying image ... above all, anything ... in existence.
The creature visited me afterwards. I will explain exactly what happened.
I had no idea where it was, but it spoke to me. Here is our conversation. Some parts are a bit fuzzy.
It: *coughing, wheezing*
Me: "..."
It: What, does... *vomiting noises* sorry ... sorry..."
Me: *crying uncontrollably*
It: Why ... don't be so sad. Cheer up. A gift ... for you."
I had no idea what it was talking about ....
Me: No, no no no, screw this, screw you ... *sobbing*
It: Language ... please ... *rasping*
Our conversation ended abruptly. I had gotten up to check the entire house. Nothing. It was gone. I had walked back to my room, and with intense difficulty, I had fallen asleep. The following dream ... oh god ...
It was the same dream with that damned creature, staring at me .... towards the end, it vanished. It spoke ...
It: Hide and seek ... hide and seek .... I can play this game forever. You can't avoid me. I will stay until the day I decide to rip you open. Walt wants youuuuu ... and he can get youuuuu ... SO EASILYYYYY."
I will try to finish my documentary. Pray for me.
Now , must recap all that happened over these few months. This creature, takes form of people, and mimics them. He claims his name is Walt. He wants something from me. And he's in my dreams. What, honestly could happen next ... my depression ...
I don't want this. This is all to confusing to accept. I'm scared.
I wanted to be left alone. I was in solitude for the longest time, no contact with the outside world. I had become paranoid and self cautious. I had such difficulty sleeping, hear noises almost every night.
During that time, I remember having the most fearful memory. I woke up at about 5 in the morning, just at the break of dawn. I had gotten up to get a glass of water, the plan being to go back to sleep. I had walked back towards the bed, but had a very sudden urge to look out the window. It was just hardly any daylight out.
I pulled back the blinds to see thousands upon thousands of the sickest looking people. They hoarded my front lawn, look up at my window ... they were very pale, and had sunken, depressing looking eyes. They were unclothed, and horribly disfigured.
I closed the blinds in a flash, falling onto the floor. I had fainted. I remember waking up at about 3 in the afternoon. I had been passed out for a long time, but I had went about my usual day, but with extra caution.
3 months later, Im getting calls on my phone. From a stranger. I have no idea who he is, and he's not a salesman, or a misdial. He calls back every time I hang up. I eventually set my cell phone up so he couldn't call my number ever again. But this guy wasn't finished with me, he left me a package on my porch. I took it inside, and got out a butter knife to open the tape.
Inside was another damn phone.
I tossed it out instantly. I wasn't gonna let this guy talk to me. Anyway, I was having my own problems with "Walt". I still had heard noises at night, and it soon became a regular thing. I didn't get through the night I got the phone without a dream. A horrible dream .... that FUCKING DREAM!
IT WAS WALT AGAIN, PRESSING HIS FACE INTO MY WINDOW, TONS OF CHILDRENS HANDS SORROUNDING HIM, TWO, MASSIVE BLUE EYES ON HIS FUCKING FACE, AND SCREAMING. NEVER ENDING WAILING AND SCREAMING. LEAVE ME ALONE, NO MORE
Ashley I hope you feel stupid.
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