Ok ,this one is old and I think I've mentioned it before, but this time it's the full story.
I once had a lucid dream which quickly turned into a nightmare.
All of a sudden I was on the first floor of an emptier, shoddy version of my house with a slightly different arrangement.
The colors were sort of muted, leaning towards grayscale or possibly even sepia. The shadows were highly exaggerated.
Strange, but silent wind-like noises.
Whole room was cloaked in deep, fog-like darkness, except the couch and the stairs leading to the second floor.
There was an unknown, silent figure sitting on the couch.
As I slowly passed by this figure I noticed that he was staring at the floor, completely immovable and almost unaware of the surroundings.
The stairs leading up are surrounded by three walls and make a roughly u-shaped turn.
There's an iron fence on the upper part of stairs.
White walls.
First step.
The shadows got even more darker, almost making pools of pitch black gathering on the floor. I couldn't barely see my legs in this dark shrouds.
First floor disappeared in the darkness just behind my back.
Utter silence.
As I was climbing up the stairs I felt a strange sensation. Something wasn't right, but I just couldn't stop climbing.
I just had an irresistible urge to climb up, and get a glimpse of my room, where I was sleeping.
Towards the middle of the stars the walls all of a sudden started to look aged, cracked and damaged.
Just a few more steps, a turn to the left and I would be in my room.
Those doors were the only visible thing in that narrow hallway connected to the stairs.
I took one more step and felt light trembling, almost like a minor earthquake.
Squeaking noise, a mix of a rusty hinge and old wood beneath my feet.
The holes on the left side of the wall started to bleed heavily, much like the veins bleed, almost like a viscous liquid pouring out of a cup.
Second step.
Two more steps left.
A piece of the wall started to move, making amorphous, curved shapes.
I was compelled to stare at it.
A face with a tortured grimace tried to brake out of the wall.
I moved into it and roared as hard as I could in attempt to scare it off.
*this part happens almost in glimpse of an eye*
In a second, a pair of hands and a head (with an indescribable anguished scream) bursted from the wall, gripping my neck.
I was thrown down the stairs with an unbelievable force.
Bounced of the wall first and the went flying towards the bottom of the stairs on my back, with head pointed towards the ceiling.
I hit the floor at the bottom of the stairs, felt the loud crack of my neck and everything went black.
A few final twitches and blood pooling in my nostrils.
I could still hear the screaming.
I woke up on the floor, facing the ceiling.
I could still hear the scream for a good two seconds after I woke up.
Not a single portugal was given while watching a horror movie after this experience.
