Dream Story

Do you believe in the other world? I mean, other than the living. I know some people thrive on these kind of stories or superstition. My stand on it: I do not disbelieve it. That's as far as I'd go to discuss it. Believe what you will, be it ghosts, aliens, fairies, werewolves, angels, vampires, etc. (I am censoring myself from saying the "G" word before there is any heated debate due to misinterpretation).

The reason I brought that up is because my mother told me of a dream she had some time ago (probably nearly two months now), that was really too eerie for her to discuss at that time just because it seemed too real and recent. We were watching television and the trailers of some horror movies reminded her of her dream. I thought it would make a rather good scene as part of in some movie or story. But here, I shall retell it as I was told without dramatising it.

Here it goes:

My mother, my father and I were eating out somewhere. Seated not too far from us was someone. We somehow knew that he was not "one of us" or human. My father suspected he may be following us and asked us to leave to go to the car. We picked up our baggage (probably we were en route somewhere) and started walking. He also did the same.

We walked towards our car which was in a multi-storey parking area and noticed that he was following behind at a distance. My father muttered, "Is he really following us?". He then instructed us to stop and pretend to be fussing with something instead of walking towards our car. That way, we'd allow him to go pass us rather than follow us all the way to our car. We, of course, hoped that we were just coincidentally in the way and wanted him to pass us by.

We all stopped and I wanted to look around at him but my parents kept asking me not to. We just stood, quite still and became almost rigid with fright as he came nearer... to the extent of almost going limp with fear. All of us felt chilling coldness in our bodies. All this while, and even as he approached, we could not discern his face. My mother could tell, out of the corner of her eyes, approximately what he was wearing.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone's arm went out to grab him to pull him back and we heard, "That's not where you should be going" before he was pulled away. Another one appeared maybe?

Just before being lead away, he turned around and had another look at us before going. My father gasped, "He really wanted to follow us." After that, all of us went limp and almost collapsed with fright and relief. Our legs were like jelly.

This was where my mother woke up and the story ended.

She was actually a bit scared of approaching the car that featured in her dream at night for a while, especially when it was about the time of the Ghost Festival.