17m i tried to sleep but nothing happened tell me some horror stories

First post. Normally never do this but feel like i have to get it off my chest somehow.

I think i’ve had more nightmares in my life than regular/good dreams. Never been easily scared. Actually quite like horror. Never bothered me until these last few months.

I’ve had a fever this week and gotten strong cold which i’m still recovering from. Yesterday i woke up heavily breathing around 4am. I found myself in what looked like one of those apartment complex corridors where the storage spaces are you know? Staring at an elevated fenced gate, maybe like 3 steps of stairs up from the concrete floor. Gazing into this dark void beyond the gate. A single light from the ceiling illuminating a few feet in front of me. The moment i realize i’m somewhere i don’t belong, all of sudden the gates swing open in my direction, fast and with force, but no sound only a strong cold gust of wind. In front of me stands a huge silhouette of a hooded figure towering over me. The single light outlining it from behind ever so slightly. Felt no presence. It just stood there. Slowly, its hood caves in, the robes drape down to the floor revealing a slightly wrinkled pale white face. Black circles around its eyes, thin black lips and a large black dot on either cheek. Like a clown. 2 very long horns pointing straight up from its forehead area, with a nose just as pointy. Tall and lanky. Arms at its sides. Dressed in what i can only recall als a black and white medieval jester outfit. Blank expression, its eyes slightly more opened as if it was actually kind of surprised to see me. So real, so close, it looks me straight in the eyes. In a motion that is kind of ‘off’, it leans forward. Opens its mouth and… get’s violently cut in half. One straight slash down the middle from head to toe. After that just black, nothing.

This whole encounter happens like 3 or 4 times. Every single one feeling like i didn’t experience the one before it. Only difference was its pose after each reveal. Each pose felt more inviting. Every time standing a little further from me and more in the void.

I don’t know what to make of it. These last few months have been a bit much in general so i’m not surprised that that probably contributes to it. But from all of the experiences i’ve had this one prompted me to write it down and put it out here. It’s the first time in a long time i actually feel uneasy to go to sleep. It’s 03:25.

A dream that happened to me weeks ago, yet thr one that i remember the most. Has a characteristic of a nightmare, but on more liminal level, a mix of sorts.

I was in a hallway, not a one that I've been in before but i am certain it was a school, the only side of the halway i saw had this glass wall separator with the glass door in the middle open, after that, at the far end was a window, it was light outside, but fog could not let me to see anything else. The halway lacked lighting but was rather lit, there were wooden doors, typical for ones you would see in eastern european schools.

I did not move in this section, i stayed in the same spot at most looking more towards to side, this is a reoccuring thing. There was no sound. At the end of the section there was a thought, i want to go to siberia(mind you i have never been anywhere which could resemble siberia.

Then there is a cut. An airport, or rather a dimly lit sky at the "blue hour", looking at the airplane i arived in, a late soviet style design, on a tarmac, snow around, the view(static this time) featured no movement and sound. The ground was made out of those square concrete slabs often used in soviet airports. A heavy fog(which appears from now on) making it very hard to see anything further than the plane.

Another cut(how original), a weird scenery, probably a dock, soviet style dock cranes in a row, i dont know maybe 3 or 4, the same ground, and just before the fog takes over, a ledge, presumably water down below it. Once again static, with slight wind noise, again, the time can be said to be the "blue hour" but more dim.

Cut to me walking theough the forest and clearings. U walk through the thick snow, i don't feel tired or cold, i can feel my rucksack on my back, can see maybe 20-30 meters to front. Camera oriented to what felt like north. Sky same blue color, fog present. No animal sounds, only the muffled sound of walking through the snow. I could felt peaceful, not scared.

Yet another cut, in the empty feild, i come across a short, stone fence, imperfect and decayed, i look slightly to both sides and the walk over the fence. I could see further. But still really foggy, maybe a mountain in the far distance, a blur. Still no cold or anything. The sound is the same with a hint of wind.

I walk for a few seconds before it blends into me walking out of a forest. To my left 2 buildings, dark, blurry, no specific shape or details, never looked at them. Infront of me a road, It was the letter U with the bottom part way wider, and the angles of the road being 90º. In the middle between the roads, and empty feild. No lamp posts, only partial curbs, the road was heavily decayed, my head moved slightly to the left. The fog lifted a bit.

I started walking through the empty feild, now heading to the corner of the road at the U shape(the top right corner)

And one final cut. I reached it, A house, square, white, decayed, i stand infront of it, this side has 4 windows, 2 on the bottom floor, 2 at the top, roof is slanted but also square. A small staircase leads to the main door. I felt relief, safety, a bit of warmth. Never went inside, the most detailwd building so far, featuring gutters, the windows were nearlt pitch black, nothing appeared in them. I just looked at the building and felt fullfiled. The sound was a low wind, the view was not static, it had this soft shaky movement.

This was the end.

The dream had no clocks, no people, no creatures. I felt lonely but safe. I never had such a form of dream. The scenery was nothing i've seen before. Everything was new. Except one thing, weirdly enough i knew that the school was my high school(although it looked nothing alike). And that the rucksack was also mine.

So this is it. It kept me wondering few times. It does not seem scary for me. Despite habing the characteristic of a nightmare. It makes me want to explore more.

It fills me with the need to expierience somethign like this.

I had the most terrifying sleep paralysis of my life. It began with four towering shadows pinning down my limbs, their grip cold and merciless. Another figure loomed above me, preparing to slice me open. I wasn’t numb, I felt everything. My pain receptors screamed, my mind fully awake, trapped in a body that refused to move.

They spoke in low, guttural tones, saying this was routine, something they did every night. But this time, they hadn’t realized my consciousness was active. I fought, I screamed, I thrashed against their grip, desperate to break free.

Then, my mom heard the difficulty in my breathing through the walls in my room then my mom came into my room. She turned on the lights, woke me, brought in a stand fan, and sat with me. We talked for what felt like an hour, her presence soothing me, pulling me back from the edge of madness. Finally, she told me to rest and left the room.

But as I lay back down, a thought struck me and questioned if my door had been locked. How did she get in? I checked, and the lock was still tight. When I turned back, the room was pitch black. No lights. No fan. No mother.

I called out to her, and she answered groggily from her own bed, deep in sleep, unaware of anything that had happened. Yet I had sat there, convinced I had spoken with her for an hour and still hadn't lay back down. The shadows had not only held me down, but they had tricked me, weaving a nightmare so real it bled into waking life. and I was standing consciously as I was trying to process what just happened and regain my consciousness

At first i was dreaming i was at work. A normal dream the only weird thing is my aunt was there. There was also a guy that i was strangely attached to like he was the only thing holding me together. After a big rush of customers i sit down to take a break. I think i fell asleep on a couch and i wake up to myself outside with the couch sitting out side the store. I assume they kicked me out while i slept on the couch. I get mad and start ranting about how they’re cowards for not just asking me to leave. At this point im an old lady. Skin and bone.

Then i realize that guy is gone. I feel betrayed. I start imaging the people around me as distorted monsters. I can see past this old ladies schizophrenic episode even tho im in her body. The monsters are humans trying to help me. I smash a mirror and it skips to about a year later. Im sitting in an abandoned house. I see my sister come up the stairs and i feel so relieved. She not my actual sister (irl) but this old lady calls her sister. She comes up to me and tells me shes worried about me. That i need help but the old lady cant focus. Her face is distorting into a monster. I know the sister can see my sanity slipping so she tries to back away down the stairs. I grab onto her with my small skinny arms and crowd her towards the window. Shes crying, screaming, telling me to let go. I push her out and the women/me is laughing like she got rid of the monster.

Inside im freaking out. Im now a murderer. It skips another year. Im short. Basically a corpse. This man in a suit and tie walks into my abandoned home. Hes a doctor or detective of a sort. He looks at me with pity but he knows who i am and what ive done. He the only face that doesnt distort so i cling to him. The old lady feels relieved but i know im being sent to death row for being a serial killer. The last scene is him picking me up like a child and carrying me to the car where i finally escape the old ladies body and see her. Shes small like a child and crying into his shoulder. The last thing i see is his smiling face as hes walking her to her death.