I had the nightmare to end all nightmares, and I am recording it here so I will never forget it, even though I doubt I ever will.

In my dream, my father's friend Hyatt was visiting for a while. It was the first night that he'd been there, and my parents and he were all out on the porch reminiscing about old times and such. I was the only one in the house, and I was sitting at the computer in our living room(In my dream, my house didn't look anything like it actually does). I get up from the computer, and notices that it's dark outside, and then shuffle towards the kitchen for some food. As I'm about to go through the kitchen door, I freeze there in the hallway, because I know I'm about to see something horrible. Very slowly, I look down at the end of the [very long] hallway, and this.. this THING comes stumbling into view. It was a little boy, no more than two, with a horrible bloated torso, and skinny, twig-like legs and arms, and decaying, blue-ish skin and blue lips, and these huge, blank blue eyes. It starts walking, very slowly, limping and dragging one foot, making this sickly scraping sound against the wooden floor. I walk towards it, horrified and trying to speak to it. I tried to ask him who it was, but it dragged himself right past me, as if I wasn't there. Instinctively, I reached out to grab its arm to stop it, kind of in a daze of horror. It turns its huge, miserable blank eyes at me, and stares without a word until I let go and step back, shaking. Then it continues to scrape down the hall, and goes into the bathroom. I follow it and grab it again, by both arms, and shake it, screaming at it and trying to get it to speak, but it just stares at me. I push it back, because I'm a bit hysterical and unthinking at the time, and it climbs slowly into the bathtub and lays face down, and even though there was no water, I knew it was drowning. I run out of the bathroom and into the living room, screaming my head off, but suddenly I'm paralyzed. I can't breathe, or scream, or see, and I'm dying with it, feeling what it felt, and suddenly, I'm released. When I get my senses back, my parents and Hyatt rush in to see what was wrong with me, and I run into the bathroom, but the thing is gone. I start to tell them about it, still hysterical, and Hyatt kind of goes pale and sits down, his hand over his eyes. He tells me that he had a son once, that he never told my parents about, that had drowned in the bath because no one was watching after him. And every night since that night, the boy comes back to life to drown again, wherever Hyatt ia, to punish him for his neglect. The last thing I remember before I woke up was Hyatt saying "I never thought it would find me here."


Needless to say, I didn't go back to sleep for two hours. I thought I could hear it scraping around in my house.

I may make a short story out of it.