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Since I've been suffering from severe writers block in all aspects of my life for the past view days, instead of coming up with some original little spook for you, I'm going to share a dream I had when I was about six years old. I still remember it VERY vividly, because it succedded in scaring the holy beejesus out of me to this day. - AH

So for some context, I should tell you that when I was six, my dad took me to some kind of Arthurian caves in wales, because I loved wizards and Merlin so he thought he'd take me. You had to travel through the caves in a boat, with about ten other people, becuase the vast majority was just lake and river. We only walked for about half an hour of the two hour tour. At one point, you go into this huge cavern, this huge cavern scared the crap out of me, cus all you could hear was booming noises and you had to pass under a waterfall (which stopped as you approached, timed shit) to get there. So I wasn't a happy bunny at this point. 

DREAM TIME!

I was walking through the caves with my dad along a thin runway made of stone, over the lake in the huge cavern mentioned above. I was holding this tiny brown teddy (that I actually own), and I was following my dad over the lake. We got to the other side, slowly, which was horrible, because I could hear the booming noises and they were making me nearly fall from the runway. 

On the other side was the massive set of stone stairs leading up to a stone balcony overlooking the lake. We both walked up the stairs, but about half way up these stairs he ran ahead and left me. He ran so high up the stairs that I couldn't see him, so I just slowly walked and the cavern got darker and the noise got louder and I started to run after him, I was crying and calling his name but I still couldn't see him. 

I got to the balcony, my Dad was standing kind of leaning over the stone barrier. He was teasing me and pretending to drop the bear into the lake so I ran out to him and tripped. I knocked his leg and he and my bear fell down into the water. 

I wanted to save them both, so I jumped into the lake. You know that feeling of falling? And how that apparently, If you hit the bottom, you die? Bullshit. I felt like I was falling but I splashed into the water and sunk to the bottom. My bear was stuck on the chain of a massive plug. I pulled the bear which pulled the plug out of the lake, and I went spiralling down into dark and cold and ick... Feeling of falling and feeling of being compressed... 

I woke up, and I have never been as scared of a dream as that. When I realised it was just a nightmare, I think I cried with happiness! The atmosphere itself, and the noise, and the being left in the dark... jeez, for a six year old kid, that was bloody creepy

Psychoanalyse that, I dare you!