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Running but can't escape
I am kidnapped and I try but
I am kidnapped and I try but I can't see my kidnapper's face. I only know it's a girl with brown hair. Also, I try to scream for help but nothing gets out, and when I finally scream, my mom tries to get to me but she can't. My kidnapper doesn't try to escape or run with me.
I am kidnappes and I try but
I am kidnappes and I try but I can't see my kidnapper's face. I only know it's a girl with brown hair. Also, I try to scream for help but nothing gets out, and when I finally scream, my mom tries to get to me but she can't. My kidnapper doesn't try to escape or run with me.
so i was so scared i was
so i was so scared i was frightened when i woke up i remember it very well it felt real i had my friend jason and my boyfriend there and my friend jason whispered to me my boyfriend was on extacy and was going to drug me but in real life he doesnt do drugs. my daughter escaped my hous shes only 3 years old i didnt realize till she was already down the street chasing a deer i beileive it was a doe, i was chasing her telling her to get back here she could have gotten hurt then i pinched her bum and spanked her and felt horrible after because i bruised her then i remember i started acting funny like i thought i was going to have a siezure and i have that condition i remembered i told myself in my dream i was just dreaming almost like i could see myself dreaming then i woke up suddenly and started crying because it felt so real but it was a dream
The dream started at my house. My
The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.
My home was invaded by a deranged
My home was invaded by a deranged woman who held my husband and a child captive, who wanted me. I managed to escape to a nearby store run by Asian type people, I used the phone to call 911 they sent someone who didn't help, every phone I used had a different nationality who didn't understand my issue, I started asking for an English speaking operator, then I went back and managed to get my family out of the apartment we were held in and escaped In van.
I was held hostage in the city
i dreamed i was in a random
i dreamed i was in a random house really odd and there was a lower stairway a lower floor to the main floor and twice i see something must be down there but i do not know what. i see a little girl go down there she had a blue lightsaber then i see a girl down there with a red lightsaber. then the girl with blue talks to me and says one sentence: trust the girl down there. i went down there and suddenly two people started grabbing me out of nowhere and one of them was a man for sure and i escaped twice but they keep grabbing me. i would push them with my other hand and fight but they would not let go. i woke up