I'll be copying and pasting this from my dream journal.

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This is the creepiest dream I will ever have.

I'm usually quite friendly when I first meet someone (as long as I haven't seen them do something horrible), so when this boy, my new neighbor, knocked on my door and introduced himself, I was friendly as anything. He always wore black or grey, had greyish-black hair and probably had grey eyes too.

Now, my home in this dream was not my home in real life. I've got to guess it was either an orphanage or a foster home. Both mine and the boy's house looked like they were built with creaky boards of wood and there was a rusted, broken down car between the two houses, stuck to the ground with mud. We had a maid, a 'dad' of sorts but I didn't remember seeing most of the siblings around the house.

I later saw this boy at school, which did stay the same, and he asked if I remembered him. I said I did and he asked to hang out, but I said I was busy. I knew nothing about him- but I didn't say that part. He nodded and accepted it, but he looked a little hurt.

I got a kind of cutscene after school and late at night of the boy building something attached to the side of my house. It was like a claw from a claw machine, but sideways with no box around it. But my 'character' didn't see or know that.

I didn't see my dad or any siblings from this point.

But I didn't notice.

Around two days later, the boy knocked on my door again and asked to hang out. I said 'Why not?'. We went around our houses and I spotted the claw. I asked what it was. He shrugged. I then pressed a button on the claw and it started reaching for the car. It pulled it out the mud and I saw faces. I opened up the car door to see my 'dad' and about 3 siblings. They were starving and thirsty. One day more and they could've died.

I had no idea why and how they got there (well I did, but my character had no clue what was happening. It's like I was reading a book and got to read a scene from the boy's perspective) but I decided to act on my suspicion of the boy, around a day later. I remembered the half-finished game of monopoly in my house. I knocked on his door and whispered through the mail slot, "What piece is the duck on?" And ran away. He was definitely confused, but when I returned to my house I watched a hammer pick itself up and sash the piece my duck was on. I knew then that there was something very, very wrong going on with that boy.

He came up to me at school, but I ignored him. I later walked by his table at lunch. He wasn't alone- he was with 2 other people and there were 2 empty chairs. It was chilli-con-carne day and there was a stray nacho in front of one of the empty chairs. As I walked by, I reached out to his table and grabbed the nacho without saying a word and casually walked away.

Later that day, he wanted to hang out with me again. I politely told him I was busy and shut the door. I then saw all the windows open and realised it was his doing.

I started rushing around the house and locking the windows(they were these fiddly locks I didn't know how to lock that well). As I got upstairs, his face was peering in one of the windows, his ear sticking out. As soon as I got to that window, he disappeared. I bumped into the maid and asked her if I could curse, but she just pointed to the bathroom and I supposed someone was in there. Instead I just screeched, "He's opening the doors that-" and added the rest in my head.

When I thought I closed all the windows, he was unlocking them again, and I felt this feeling of absolute helplessness and emptiness. I stuck my head out of a window and yelled at him, who was wondering around the bottom of my house innocently, "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I don't remember anything else because I woke up.