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THE CHILD EATER
B K
I grew up very happily in an old farmhouse in the Gordano Valley, near Bristol, England. My childhood days were spent building dams and playing happily with my friends. Family life was very stable and I had a care-free existence with two loving parents. The only bad part was sleeping. Night after night I would have the same terrible dream.
Just up behind the old farmhouse was a little track that widened out with a little cottage on the left and then the rolling fields behind. To the right of the cottage was just an open area with a few trees separating it from our orchard, no buildings - just a piece of flat earth about 15 feet by 15 feet.
Only, in my dream there was a little wooden shack there. In my dream I would be magnetically drawn towards this shack and although I wanted to run back down the track home I could not stop my body from slowly stepping ever forward. As I got nearer a horrific looking woman would lean out of the window and I knew she wanted to do something horrible to me. As I got closer I could see little leg bones and arm bones sticking out of the ground as the snaggle-toothed woman lured me in. I would always wake up screaming just before she could get her hands on me. Even in daylight the place would give me the creeps and if I was on my own I would always run the rest of the way home.
I only remembered the dream a few months ago for the first time since I had them. I must have put it down to just being a very bad recurring dream and forgotten about it. You might think so too apart from one thing. Now, at the age of 28, I can categorically state that I NEVER dream about real places, they are always fictional places from the creation of my own mind.
Even when I dream about work we are always in a different unrecognisable building. I truly believe that sometime in the past that place did have this shack on it and there was an evil couple that lived there and did unspeakable things to children. I am generally a very rational person and I have mulled this over in my head for the last few months trying to find some other explanation. I have had other dreams where I want to run and my legs feel like lead but never again have I dreamt of a real place.
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