Laventon Nightmares: Chptr 8-Crying Child

I’m standing at the front Peter Palmers house where a miasma of fog blankets the area and shrouds it. It’s a regular old village house made out of bricks yet slightly bigger than the rest of them. The main red door is at the front while there are two windows at the side with dark brown frames, in one of the window sill there are two dolls, a boy and a girl looking sat and looking towards the outside as if welcoming visitors or at least scaring them. The dolls remind me of Rosie and Jim but only a creepier version of them.
I approach the house, all is quiet in a disturbing way, the door has a glass frames on it so it’s easy for me to smash it open and break in, it took a while but the old door was a joke compared to high tech security.  I entered the main hallway, in front of me there is a staircase, on my left is a door that leads to the living room and on my right is another that leads into the kitchen. The carpet is old and dusty and the place is so old and musty it is hard to breath thanks to the thick dust. There upon the corners of the ceilings are cob webs with a spider making her home in the dark.

I’m drawn to the upstairs yet I am afraid, this is a house of a killer after all. People and children have died screaming and crying to these walls as they breathed the last breath of youthful life they once had. I make my way into the bedroom, an old looking bedroom that looks like something from my grandmother’s house.  It is filthy, countless papers on the floor, draws with clothing all in a mess upon the dusty carpet that has not been cleaned in years. No one is here yet the thought that someone could come out any moment terrifies me.  I have no weapon to defend myself so why am I doing this? “Relax, this is only a dream” I told myself over and over again.

A rustling sound makes me jolt; I look around and notice something is moving underneath the papers, perhaps just a rat. I seen the old wooden closet and soon I slowly, slowly open it to investigate and as if it acknowledged me in a welcome, it creaked. Just old shirts and jumpers on the hangers however at the bottom are old vinyl records in their wallets, folders and two books. I kneel down and I open up the folders to inspect them. There I see numerous photographs of child pornography. Naked children crying, the thought that someone found joy in it sickened me as I gritted my teeth. Investigating some more I found pictures under the bed of more child porn, these ones were more disturbing as I could tell they were the victims including the picture of the boy I spoke to .I was heaving violently, ready to vomit and used my strength to control my nerves. My hatred for this man burned inside me as I tasted the bitterness in my mouth. I had to control myself, switch of my emotions and concentrate. I searched again and noticed in the bedroom there was a part of the wall that seemed different, I moved the draws away from the wall and noticed some kind of handle, it was a hidden door and as I opened it, releasing the lock to reveal a small dingy room. There before my eyes was a little girl wearing a yellow and orange floral dress hiding in fear.

Her hair was darkish brown and greasy, pale complexion that hardly seen the light of day, pale blue eyes that had dark circles underneath them while her lips were cracked and sore. As of her dress it was filthy yet I could see the remnants of its colours.
I sighed in relief “Hi there, are you okay?”
She was frozen, her eyes looking straight through me.
I reassured her as I held out my hand and spoke in a docile tone “The bad man is not here”
Her eyes lit up and she acknowledged me.
“Don’t be afraid, you have to go now. We’re going to leave this place”
I sensed she had a smile on her face yet her eyes lit up with renewed hope, if her painful bloodshot eyes could cry tears, they surely would. As I stepped back and allowed her to walk into the room, almost ready to embrace me she instantly dropped onto the floor. I held her body, so stiff and rigid, freezing cold and hard as a rock. She had no vital signs and her wide opened eyes shown no life in them. She had instantaneously dropped dead on the floor. Rigamortis had already kicked in and I discovered red rope burns and bruises on her neck, her slender neck had been snapped. She was dead before I had already got here.
Suddenly a feeling off a rope was around my neck and I was instantly pulled back away from the body of the little girl. I was being choked to death. The pressure became tighter on my neck as my legs slid across the scraped across the carpet floor, my hands desperately trying to catch the rope to pull it off me. I stood up and ran backwards pushing my attacker into the wall, using my elbow to strike him repeatedly in the ribs. Moving my head violently and trying to barely survive.

All of a sudden the next thing I knew I was now on the floor, gasping for breath as the rope became tighter, I was panicking as tears streamed down my face; can people die in dreams? Wake u; wake up, for the love of God I must wake up from this nightmare.
I heard a loud bang and I instantly fell to the floor as the tension of the rope quickly became loose; a hand grabbed hold of mine. Suddenly arms came around my shoulders, I was leaning on someone who had helped me up and by now I was already running out of the house by some ones side, a person in black, brown hair. I looked up and noticed Xiomar guiding me away from the horror.

In a horse voice I spoke as I rubbed my bruised neck “You saved me… It felt like I was going to die… Thank you”
We were finally outside on the road walking away from the house yet I was still limping thanks to shock of the pain on my throat that felt so very real. “Don’t mention it amigo, he was a sick paedophile”
“What, what did you do?” I asked with a strained voice.
He looked at me in confidence “A hammer blow to the head… You must go now. He’ll come back… they always do. They relive moments over and over again. Its punishment”
“Punishment?” I asked in bewilderment and he smiled at me “Y’know… the curse of Laventon and all that”  
Xiomar held my shoulder and gave me a serious look “Try and wake up now, you should understand what you’re going through”

I quickly woke up in that instant coughing violently and found out my neck was sore as hell. I looked in the bathroom mirror and to my utter surprise red rope burns and markings were on my neck as clear as day. The pain is still with me. I almost died, how could I almost die in a dream? It’s real, it’s all so very real and it scares me. I’m terrified I’ll face something like that again. If I must have these nightmares than I must end them and find out why the hell am I having them for?  

July 21st 9:37PM

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
His Love to guard me through the night,
And wake me in the morning's light
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
His Love to guard me through the night,
And wake me in the morning's light

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake,
Bless me Lord my soul to take

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Angels watch me through the night,
And wake me with the morning light.
Amen