It's Just a Rumor... Right?
There was once an old mansion two blocks away from my childhood home that I used to live in back in San Francisco. Nobody had ever lived in that mansion, or at least not since my first memory of the place.
It was built before I was born. I was around six or seven when I heard a rumor that it was haunted, but I was never really interested in haunted houses or ghosts at that time.
Yet, I was curious about whether it was true or not.
Every day for a number of years, I walked by that mansion (Of course, I wouldn't just stroll by that mansion without a legitimate reason. I'd walk by to go to the store and other places.), and every time it piqued my curiosity.
I was still skeptical at age fourteen, but by that time I had gotten interested in the paranormal. I never believed it was haunted or anything, but I did wonder why it was never demolished. As the days went by, my dreams were becoming unusual. I kept seeing myself murdering other people for absolutely no reason; friends, families, strangers.
There was this one dream that scared me the most. I dreamt about a fair that was going on in my school. Students, teachers, and parents were there, having fun. I thought I would finally have a "normal" dream, but I was mistaken. I had a thirst for blood.
In the dream, I was looking for the bus driver. When I finally found him, I asked him to follow me, because we needed to talk about something.
I brought him to a parking lot behind the school and told him to get in an unlocked car that was in front of us. As he entered the car and closed the door, I showed him a small remote with a single, large button on it, and pressed it. I smiled, stepped backward a few paces, and watched him scream as the car exploded. I proceeded to walk away and acted as if nothing had happened.
I saw my friends and a teacher with a radio listening to the announcer saying, "This just in. A man was killed in an explosion in an elementary school parking lot. He was in a car when a bomb planted in the engine went off, completely obliterating him."
I faked a look of concern and said "Well, that's just sad..."
I awoke from that dream, wide eyed and terrified. "Why is this happening?" I thought. I realized that it was 1 A.M and decided to lie down and rest, and try to calm myself.
"It was only a dream." I said to myself.
A few minutes later, I started to get hot, so I kicked my blankets off of me. By the time I was nearly asleep, I felt my blanket being pulled up to my face. I sat up immediately, throwing the covers off.
I then saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked at a light coming from underneath my closed door and saw shadows moving around. There were no sounds of footsteps. Scared, I covered myself with my blanket and had hoped that it was a dream. It wasn't.
When I woke up, I felt calmer. Strange, I thought. When I walked by the mansion on my way to school, it was being demolished. Ever since then, my dreams became a lot less strange.
"It's just a rumor... right?"
Credited to ItzNormaXD
Originally uploaded on August 9, 2012
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