Paralyzed.

I woke up & couldn't move my arms.
They were held down by something I couldn't see, or hear,
but only feel.
Before I could even panic, I opened my eyes & saw my empty room.
No one there; nothing holding me.
Maybe I was still numb from my dream.

I'm sitting in the back seat of a tan color, 93' Toyota.
I see my best friend sitting beside me soaking wet from this tremendous storm we were in the middle of.
I look down & see I'm soaked as well.
My faded jeans are back to a darker tone from the water.
There was absolutely no dry spot on either of us.
I look outside & see the town falling to pieces.
Buildings tumbling to the ground, & lightening destroying houses.
Everything in this scene was gray & dark.
The sky was full of heavy clouds pouring down on us.
The only time any kind of light would come into play was when the lightening would strike.
Water was everywhere under us.
We were on an over pass, & just so happened to be the only car driving.
I look at the driver & it's a complete stranger.
But in my dream I know her from work supposedly.
In the passenger side was the same thing.
Both of them wore heavy make up & looked worn out for their age.
The driver was in a state of panic & insisted that we kept driving.
The passenger would yell at her & explain that we needed to go "the" house.
Sam, my best friend was relaxed the whole time, & seemed to not have a care in the world.
I started my dream thrown into this situation & naturally I was a bit confused.
I can see myself starting to panic.
I had no clue what was going on, who these girls are, & why this city was being destroyed.
But I couldn't say a word.
Once again I've been paralyzed & left with absolutely nothing to say.
All I can feel is my heart beating harder & faster than normal & my body was freezing.
So as I sit & watch everything play out, the car starts speeding.
We're going faster than the speed limit I'm sure & dodging every broken down car with great ease.
We drive up to the end of the over pass & stop in front of a pair of old wooden stairs.
The stairs lead downward & the passenger is certain that this lead to "the" house.
At this time the driver now agrees that this is our best bet to get out of danger, so we follow.
We walk down these stairs & see blood spots on the walls dripping down to the floor.
The house is old & torn down.
Much of the damage was done by the storm, but it obviously needed work done before it hit.
Every step would make a sound.
The floors creaked & each stair felt unsteady.
The two women kept telling us to stay quiet so we wouldn't get caught.
It was very important that we stayed quiet in this house.
So as we were walking on the stairs I focused solely on making sure I stayed as quiet as possible.
As we were coming down the stairs we reached a place where the stairs changed direction & went upward.
So we follow the stairs up & immediately the driver woman tells us to respect the body & don't speak to her.
I'm confused as to what she's talking about; until I look up.
Then I see her.
A woman hanging from the ceiling.
Rain & blood were dripping down her dismantled face to her long black dress & onto the stairs we had to walk on.
I could see her eyes.
They were in pain.
Heartbroken.
Her dress was drenched in her own blood.
She swung with every cold wind that blew.
I couldn't get my gaze off of her.
No matter how bad I wanted to get out of the house, I was mesmerized by this body.
She was so beautiful, but so tortured.
The pain instantly hit me like I was feeling what she felt.
What could it have been?
Who did this?
I walk faster now; though I asked those questions in my mind, I was too scared to stick around to find out.
We get to a gap in the stairs that have been broken off so we slowly climb down into a dark room.
At this point the two women have left us behind.
The hurried off when they saw the body.
I could still hear them lightly yelling at us to hurry up, but we couldn't
Me & Sam were terrified.
At this point Sam admitted she had no clue what was going on.
The only thing we were certain of was we needed to get out & we needed to get out fast.
So we go down into this room that ended up being a bedroom.
The room was covered in clothes.
Men's clothing to be exact.
All dark dim colors. His pants were all black & his shirts were all blacks, grays & a dark burgundy.
Sam immediately hides in between some clothes & tells me to hide too.
But I'm eager to get the hell out.
So I start to walk towards a door, when I hear a voice.
A heavy voice.
A dead voice.
This man was speaking in a tone that I've never heard before.
It sent a cold chill down my spine.
I rush to get under a pile of clothes when the door opens.
I see a body dressed in a tailored dark suit.
His hand was old.
I can't see his face at all.
But I can hear his voice.
Nothing he said made sense.
I couldn't even make out what he would say.
But the one thing I did hear was enough for me to want to make a dash for the exit.
He looked out the window & tapped on the glass.
"She's coming back, dear, & she's going to find you."
I knew at that moment he knew we were there.
I knew we were caught.
I needed to scream for him to help us,
but once again I was paralyzed.

Subconsciously I knew I needed to wake up.
& I needed to wake up now!
I tried to open my eyes but all I could see was his clean cut shoes inching closer & closer to the pile of clothes I was under.
I panic.
I don't want to see what's coming next, I don't want to see what he looks like.
I don't want to know what she's going to do when she finds me; whoever the hell "she" is.
I don't want this dream to play out.
I talk to myself & scream to wake up.
I can hear my thoughts & I know I'm not dreaming anymore, but I'm still in that house.
I'm still under the clothes & he's still standing right over me.
I can't move my body, I can't open my eyes.
All I can do is scream at myself to do something. Anything. Just wake the fuck up!
I can feel my body & this hard pressure on top of me.
I still can't open my eyes, & I can't move at all.
I'm at the verge of really panicking till finally I open my eyes & look around.
I'm in my room.
Alone, with no one there holding me down.
A sense of relief comes over me; though every detail plays throughout my mind.
What does it mean?
Again I ask the same questions.
Will they ever be answered?