Evil In Her Eyes

On a field trip, we traveled to an old mansion with what appeared to be ancient ruins nearby. I joined a few friends in exploring the ruins. While they continued onward, I walked back to where the bus was parked—only to find it gone. We'd been left behind.

I sprinted down the length of the driveway, leaving my friends behind but hoping they'd catch up. Spotting the bus at the end of the drive, I screamed for the driver to stop. They did. I boarded and found a seat at the back, next to the teacher and her daughter. The teacher's daughter wasn't in our class; she was much younger, around the age of five.

Partway through the bus ride, I glanced at the young girl and noticed her face starting to contort, her voice shifting to that of a man. She growled and spat at me. I knew it was the mansion—something evil there had attached itself to her.

At that moment, I realized we'd left a few of my friends behind. I yelled, "Tim, are you in here?" No answer. We had to turn the bus around.

My friends were still on the second floor of the mansion, in a small bedroom with a bed and a television. A sinister presence hung in the air, though nothing was visible. One of them walked to another bedroom to check on the others.

We returned to the mansion. They made their way downstairs and out the door, feeling the evil around them the whole time, then hurried back to the bus.

All seemed well. I changed seats to a row in front of where I'd been sitting and looked back at the young girl. There was still evil in her eyes.

I wake up. 

The Practice

Dream 2/8/2016

Girls from my class are playing a pickup game of basketball. I decide to join in on the fun.

     As I'm playing, I look over to the bleachers and see my baseball coach, Mr. Allen. I walk over to him. He tells me that he has a special baseball glove for me and he wants me to be his relief pitcher in the 9th inning. The glove is quite small and is covered in Velcro. My friend, Tim, tells me that we should go practice.

     We board a school bus and take off looking for a nice patch of land to throw the ball around. We drive through some poverty stricken neighborhoods and then drive out to the country. All we see are corn fields and the occasional 100 year old barn with the roof caved in. We find a place to practice next to an abandoned house. The house looks like it was burned up in a fire. We explore. We encounter ghosts of the people who used to live here. The ghosts are hostile. Dream ends.

I wake up