As I arrived to a messy home due to my troublesome little brother I sighed and began to get very upset.
He was always a strange one and I didn't really feel a connection to him but since he was my little brother I decided to stay with him.
As I spent more time in the house and looked closer at my brother I realised the details of his face, hands and feet would change. It made me realise I was in a dream.
It was a lucid dream. Even though I knew I was dreaming I still couldn't really control anything I just wanted to get out but I couldn't leave and for that I soon find out.
As night grew closer and I grew more frustrated that I couldn't leave I then decided to go to sleep and maybe I could finally leave this dream. My supposed dream little brother refused to leave me alone and would often bother me from sleeping. He would talk, try to get me out of bed and tried to play with me even though I was in the sheet.
Even though I knew it was a dream I could feel everything. The warm sheet, the tiredness of my body telling me to sleep and the warmth of my dream little brother.
I could tell the details of the dream where off and the feet and face of my little brother would become misshapen or disfigured. If I looked at my brother long enough and thought something scary. I didn't have to image the face as my brothers face would turn into something scary at my will. I saw the face and even though I was not terrified I did feel a sense of unease as I held him on my hands. I turned his face back when the thought left me.
I was happy I had some control but as it would be apparent to me that was what the monster wanted me to feel. I went back to the warm sheets and tried my luck again. And still the little brother wouldn't give up.
I had an engnious plan to finally fall asleep. I told him to come and sleep next to me as I said the warmth of close family feels better with then alone with your sheets. He agreed and I was happy.
I told him to close the door and turn of the lights. He didn't close the door all the way and when I asked why I soon regretted asking. He told me the was this monster that would be with him. He said he was scared of it.
I thought he simply had an overactive imaginarion like I did. The words he said though truly made me feel unease. I was then afraid to come out of the sheets and close the door properly.
I told him to come and join me on the bed. We brought our bodies close and I began to wrap my arms around him as I felt scared from those words. He said I was hugging him a bit close but I wouldn't let go. A few minutes later the monster came in through the front door I could hear it's foot steps as the door shrikked open.
I looked what was in front of me and saw what was essentially a grotesque, tall, pale white like bleached clothes and it's huge face that had many teeth spiked teeth and it's hollow white eyes. It's a human instinct we are all born with to fear anything that resembles a human but looks far off. What I saw was human like and it made me very afraid. I could feel my heart pumping through my chest. It was looking at us as we tried to run but we were stuck together due to my close connect. Even though it was a dream (I wouldn't say a dream anymore but a nightmare) I was still really scared as I didn't know what was about to happen.
I looked at the monster and closed my eyes preparing for what was about to come. The next thing I knew I heard a narrator speaking. He has a white voice and what he spoke really brought face into me. I could see me and my little brother, still stuck there. Our skin very pale. He looked as we we were tortured and tortured we truly were. As I listened to the narrator speak about what happened.
I heard 'they had been tortured for months and for so long that they didn't care about the torture and they stopped fearing him. The little brother was still terrified of the monster and the monster knew that. It tortured him the most as the skin on his nose was exfoliating. The monster took a peirce of the exfoliating nose as the little brother shook from fear. They looked lifeless and lacked any expression except for fear permanently put on their faces as they were trapped in there house with no way of escaping.'