I know I can’t get back to sleep tonight, so I might as well post here. I think Wendy is starting to believe me, or at least believe that things are not what they seem, especially after the tonight’s events – though it’s obvious she is is still highly skeptical.
It started with the dreams – they are almost every night now, and they growing more intense, more detailed. Tonight was the soldier, with his face still in shadow and that hideous, writhing tentacle for an arm. Tonight I remember a terrible rhythmic screaming sound too – not a moaning or chanting, but a genuine, horrifying screaming that I hesitate to recall in any detail. It made my skin crawl and I could feel a deep fear churning in my stomach. I felt sick to my stomach, like I was going to thrown up – even in the dream. I truly did not know that could happen…
Though the dreams were really bad tonight, that wasn’t what woke me. Instead, just after 2 am, the heavy, 100+ year old solid wooden door to our bedroom slammed shut hard enough to knock a few items over on the nearby dresser. I shot upright in bed, disturbing dream images still filling my mind, and saw a twisted shadow image writhe across the room, from door to window, and then it was gone.
Wendy woke up too, obviously, and I think she saw the shadow as well She wouldn’t admit it, but I saw her do a double-take, looking in the same direction as the shadow as it moved across the room. She had no idea what to make of the situation and is insisting that the door was slammed by some kind of freak breeze, nothing more. I saw a look from her though… I think she’s becoming less certain of her rational explanations. I know it’s hard to start believing there’s something else out there, something bizarre and terrifying – I’ve been ther