Notes from Nobody

There were dark grey clouds blanketing the sky, looking just right for a thunderstorm. Beyond the hill which I stood on, there was a faint silhouette in the distance. As I crept downhill and closer to the figure, I made out some sort of building. I kept moving, but heard a strike of thunder land behind me, raising EVERY. SINGLE. Hair on my body. Now I was jogging while thunder cracked openly in the air, making a more violent, threatening sound every time. 

The building was a ghastly black (more black than your darkest dreams), vintage school with a giant dusty red bell at the top of the main doors, looking as if it had been unused for decades. Obviously, most of the building looked like that. The doors had a crack in them, but it was more natural with rugged edges, so I assumed a tornado or some lightning had hit the school (which didn't help my situation). As I crept closer, the grass started getting crinkly under my feet, turning a sickish grey color. At one point, there was some force not letting me go further towards the school- it was literally pushing me away, but not that I wanted to go any closer. There was a statue of Pennywise somewhere inside the building, its eyes blankly staring out into the nothingness. All of a sudden, I felt a tingling sensation on the back of my neck, slowly turning into a more pressured feeling. I spun my head backward, now realizing that the feeling that my neck was exposed to wasn't my imagination, but a person's hand. There was a sickly angel-white hand on my neck, and the person was clothed with a black mask and shirt. I could only see "their*" eyes, and they were oh-so wicked. 

Only a fraction of a second later, I felt a squeeze and my body went numb and then everything went black.

"AHH!" I woke up clutching my neck tightly, beads of sweat dripping from my temples and making my shirt sticky (it was uncomfortable thanks for asking...). My clock showed me that it was 5:00 AM, so two hours before I usually woke up. Nightmares were something that were common in my sleep, but I had never had one that felt so surreal. So.. vivid. But I pushed it down because of the normality I saw in it and went back to sleep. 

*their- the masked person's gender is unknown at this point

Part 2

I woke up again at 10:00 AM, so I guess school wasn't in the picture today... I was covered in a layer of sweat again, dripping from my forehead and my temples. There were even goosebumps running down my arm and legs; a nightmare like that didn't occur often for me, and this one felt too realistic, and as if I were there. I decided to skip school for the day and "investigate" my dream. Jotting it down on my notebook, I named the key things I saw- a broken-looking school, a thunderstorm, and a masked killer who definitely didn't like me. This was going to be interesting. 

There was only one place that even remotely looked like the location in my dream, so I decided to start there. In the outskirts of our town, there was a patch of flowers that went on for ages and ages. Yellow flowers, pink, red, orange.. you name it and it was probably there. The crinkly grass field in my dream looked similar to that patch so there I was headed. 

Little did I know what unexpected and quite creepy surprises that patch had in store for me.