I woke up at night, hearing a sound that I couldn't define. This was odd, because I always had a fan on at night, and this would usually drown out any noise that was outside. I didn't have any pets at all, and nobody lived with me, so the sound couldn't have been from inside the house. I hoped.
I tried to look at my alarm clock, but it was off, even though it was plugged in and switched on. The generator was probably blown, my house shared it with ten others.
I shuffled out of my room to get a flashlight so I could find the source of the sound. The darkness shrouded me, and I had to feel the wall to get to the drawer. Eventually, the wall dropped away, and instead I felt my refrigerator's smooth, cold door. I opened the door, wondering why it was cold, and inside, the light was on. Everything was frozen. "Wait, if my alarm was off, then why is this on?" I muttered to myself.
I decided to use the flashlight to go to my bedroom and see if any thing was wrong with the wiring. I got the flashlight out of the drawer and turned it on. I walked back to my room and opened the socket cover that my alarm was plugged into.
The wires were cut. Not by animal teeth, the cut was too even.
I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. Someone else was in my house.
I attempted to go into my garage and get my baseball bat that I had in case of someone breaking in at night. Mistake number one.
My garage door was on the other side of the house than the kitchen, and about ten feet from where I was, so I had enough time to at least get there. I didn't ready myself, as the footsteps were getting too close. I flung the door open, and bolted into my garage. I grabbed the bat and ran into the house, bat over my head. Mistake number two.
The last mistake I made was just seconds after mistake two. After I ran inside, the one who broke into my house was already just next to the door that lead to my garage. He grabbed me, and threw me out of the window that led to my backyard. I broke through my wooden fence with tremendous speed. I heard a door open and then grass crumpling as somebody ran over to me, and the last thing I remember of that night was my neighbor bending down to see if I was okay.
I awoke in a bed that wasn't my own. I got out of it to see where I was, and saw a room with stone walls and a door with a window in it. I heard a voice over an intercom that was on top of the ceiling. It told me I was in a police station and was brought there because I flew through a fence to the backyard of my neighbor, and the neighbor called the police. The police found me with many scratches from flying through the fence, but the fence was wooden, and no damage was so bad that I needed to go to the hospital. I was also told I was going to get a pen and paper to describe what happened.
Ten minutes later, a policeman, holding pen and paper, came through the door. He told me that when I was done writing, I was to open the door, turn the paper in at the front desk, then find a chair to sit in and wait for someone to come in and drive me home.
But, when I got up to open the door and turn the paper in, I froze again.
Outside the door window was the same silhouette I saw that night. I saw the door fling open, and felt being grabbed and thrown again, before landing on my head, knocking me out.
I woke up this time in my house. I realized it was a dream of me being assaulted, and this was ridiculous, because I'm the one who assaults, and never the victim.
Submitted April 19, 2015 at 11:29AM by ConsolesSuckShitPCMR http://ift.tt/1G6IrCP nosleep
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