Yet another freaky dream.
Crystal and I were going for a car ride, just randomly before heading home. We had decided to head home as a suprise for mom and dad, but thought we'd have some fun along the way. We were out in the middle of no where, farm country hardcore. Suddenly, is though a sudden hole appeared in the tank, we were out of gas, right in front of this old farmhouse. It was almost dark, and there was a large gate in front of the home. There was no cell-phone reception in the area, so we had no choice but to ask the owners of the house for help.
I had a really bad feeling about it. Really, really bad.
We knocked on the door, and a very creepy, tall, bald man answered the door. He did not smile, did not have really any facial emotion, and his eyes looked dead. There was a woman standing behind him. We told them how we had run out of gas and asked if we could use their phone. The man replied that they did not have a phone. We asked maybe if they had any spare gas we could either get or buy from them so that we could get to a house that had a phone. The man said nothing as he stepped out, closed the door and started walking toward an older wooden building, supposedly a shed. Crystal and I looked at each other, but said nothing and followed the guy from a distance. When we approached the shed, I told Crystal to wait outside the shed, which she did, and stuck my head in. I just barley saw him come at me with the axe, and had just enough time to pull my head of of the doorway. I yelled at Crystal to run, and turned to run after her. I couldn't run fast enough though, because the man swung the axe and hit me on my right-hand side, causing excruciating pain and almost hitting bone. I fell to the ground and tried to get up but couldn't. The man stood over me, and he didn't say anything even though a malicious male voice was speaking something. I couldn't really hear what he was saying, but could hear the voice none-the-less. The man raised the axe over his head to finish me off, and swung but I didn't feel it hit. He must have thought I was either dead, or good as dead, because he dropped the axe and starting walking over to where his wife was holding my sister. I tried to move, to do something, but I couldn't. I knew I should be dead, or dying, but I didn't feel like I was. I could hear my sister screaming as he dragged her away. When I was alone in the front yard, I could feel myself starting to loose consciousness and the pain started to subside. I remember praying, saying "Please God, I have do to something. Please, Crystal needs help. I don't care what it takes or what happens to me, please God save my sister."
Just as I was about to slip, I heard a voice telling me to get up. I told the voice that I tried but couldn't. Again the voice told me to get up. I tried again to get up, but couldn't. A third time, the voice told me to get up, saying that if I wanted to save my sister, I had to get up. I pushed myself again, harder then I had before, to the point of tears But I still couldn't get up. I closed my eyes and said "God I can't do this on my own, I need your help please." As soon as I said that, I felt a hand grab mine and pull me up, but I couldn't see anyone. I stood up, and my side was still hurting and bleeding but I could bear it. I debated for a minute on whether I should go get help or try and help Crystal. She might be dead by the time I get back with help. The I remembered when I tried to stand, and realized I couldn't do this on my own; I needed help. I couldn't move very fast, but I managed to get to the car and get my bike off the car and mount it. I started riding the bike and even though I could feel the pain, I rode throughout the night, loosing track of time . The whole time, there was a voice encouraging me and giving me strength to keep going. I was going on a strength not my own, for I had no strength left.
I eventually came to the Wiarton Airport Inn.There was a young teenage girl asked me if I was ok, and I said no, I had to use her phone. Asking her what time it was, she told me it was 4am, one day after I had first started. I called home and dad answered. I cried, telling dad where I was and that he had to come and pick me up so we could go get Crystal from this dreadful place. Dad told me to get a hold of myself, stop acting like such a baby and that my mom would be out to pick me up, since he was too busy for such childish things, then hung up. I was upset over what dad had said, but was thankful that mom was coming. The woman asked me if she should call an ambulance, and I said no, I would go with my sister to the hospital when we got her. She then nodded, but handed me a small first-aid kit and told me to at least patch myself up a bit because I would need to be in top shape.
Patching myself up the best I could, mom came through the door. She asked me if I was ok, If I wanted to go to the hospital first. I said no, that we had to get Crystal. My wound, even though it was really deep, stopped bleeding, and on the car ride out, it was starting to close on it's own. On the way out, mom remarked how it was amazing I had biked so far with such a wound, and I remember telling her that I didn't remember it being this long but then again I wasn't the one biking it. Mom didn't say anything, and I pointed out the house, even though it looked different now. As we pulled in, there were other people, like farmers and their wives from the early 1900s just wandering aimlessly around, almost like zombies. The horrible couple were standing on the deck of the house, just looking straight ahead and not even acknowledging us. As we got out of the car and walked towards the house, the people roaming about looked more and more like distortions and I could tell they were the followers of the couple. They stopped and watched mom and I as we walked up to the bottom of the steps, where the couple finally acknowledged us. They looked much bigger and much stronger than previously. They also looked none-human. The man looked at me coldly, and I could feel chills going up my spine, but I could feel that we didn't have anything to worry about. I had strength that wasn't mine and the couple seemed to feel that. The man remarked that he was surprised that I was still alive, though he should have known better. I told them that we were here for my sister. They told me that if we wanted her, go get her. Walking cautiously up the stairs, mom waited outside while I went in to get Crystal. She looked horrible, terribly pale and her eyes held the same dead look as the people outside, She was impassive and when I told her we had to leave, she walked out without saying anything or showing any emotion. The same malicious voice that I heard when the man had the axe but couldn't understand, spoke to me again. It was accusing me that I left her to save myself, that it was my fault what had befallen her, but I argued with the voice, saying that wasn't true. I went to go get help because I couldn't help her on my own.
"But you still left her."
No, I left her to get help. I came back.
"You still left her to experience these horrible things on her own. "
No, I left to get help. If I had tried to help her on my own I would have condemned us both.
"You left her to save your own skin. She hates you."
She may now, but one day she will understand when I did what I did.
"She will never heal. She is already condemned. You condemned her to her fate."
Nothing is written in stone. She can overcome this, but not on her own.
"She doesn't want your help."
I'm not offering my help, because I can't help her. But I can show her where to get help.
"No! She is mine!"
The voice screamed and violently shoved me out the house door. Just as I fell out, I saw mom grab a glass bottle and hurl it at the couple. It shattered against the woman's face, but didn't leave any mark. The man looked at the mom and asked if she was ok, but in a very impassive, monotone voice. In the same voice, the woman remarked that she thinks a piece of the glass grazed her eye. The couple looked at us simultaneously and I thought, 'oh crap!'
Grabbing mom and Crystal we ran. The car had disappeared, so we ran. I made sure I stayed behind mom and Crystal, while yelling at mom "Why did you do that?!"
"I wanted to hurt the ones that hurt my daughter!" She replied as we ran. The scenery changed and we were running down Taylor street now.
"You can't hurt things them that way! They can't be hurt by people, they only get violent and pissed off when you try!"
"Well now I know that! I didn't know what else to do!" mom yelled back as we ran back where the house should have been, but a vacant lot only stood. The street was abandoned, as were all the houses. A huge crowd were chasing us, both physical and none-physical. I knew that we couldn't outrun them and that mom and Crystal couldn't fight them, so I prayed for help. Crystal and mom suddenly veered off to hide behind a house, but I was told by the same voice that had helped me before to keep running, to lure them away from where Crystal and mom were hiding. I was protected, they were not. So I ran forward and turned the corner, but one man was running faster than the rest of the crowd, morphed into a demon and was overtaking me. Rounding the corner, I saw that there were still people living at the end of that street and if I ran down that way the crowd would start attacking the other people. I asked God what now and He told me to run head first into the crowd. Didn't make sense to me, but I circled around and ran head-first into the demon that was ahead of the crowd. We hit hard and I went down, smacking my head on the cement. My vision got a bit spotted as the demon pounced on me, but the voice told me not to worry, that he had me and just to hang on for a few more seconds. So I tried to cover my face and thrash against the demon who was trying to claw at me with really sharp and long claws but seemed to keep missing me. (He did manage a couple of swipes that hurt like hell). When the rest of the crowd surrounded me, they had all morphed into demons and were getting ready to pounce on me. I closed my eyes and said, "I love you Lord. Do Your thing."
There was a bright flash of light that threw all the demons away from me and blinded them. The voice told me to run now in the direction of mom and Crystal, they were already safe and waiting for me. I ran in the direction but the lead demon from before started to follow me. I ran behind the house and was told I couldn't outrun them right now, and to hide so they would pass by me. I saw a small dip that ran along near the edge of the property, but seemed to be hidden at first sight because of how steep the decent of the dip. I ran down there and pressed myself the hillside, listening to the crowd of demons milling about up top.
There were tiny, tiny bunnies there and I reached out to touch one it bit me and wouldn't let go of my finger. I scowled and whispered "owe" as I tried to get the bunny off, who now looked like a cross with a rat. All the bunnies looked like that and started toward me to bite me. The demon chasing me must of heard my whisper because he jumped down into the dip and slowly advanced towards me. I was scared but didn't move. I remember thinking 'Ok, what now Lord' Just as the demon was about to pounce on me again, the voice said "Don't worry, you mean too much to me for me to let something happen to you."