INHen, I was in the second grade, my family and I lived in a really terrifying elderly house. I always thought it was frigid because I wasn't afraid of anything when I was younger. One night I had a dream that I had the urgency of using the bathroom. So I got up and went to the corridor and to the bathroom. I felt frosty from bathroom tiles. I pulled out to turn on the lights, but I flickered and died. After rinsing the toilet, I felt like walking towards the wardrobe in the bathroom. It was as if my body magnetically attracted a wardrobe and I couldn't control myself.
I felt my head hit the door, and the wardrobe door opened with a pair of fur fingers reaching out and touched my shoulder. His nails were long and edged. I would say that it looked like a couple who have these werewolves in movies.
When I woke up this morning, I found myself on the floor in the bedroom. I immediately remembered my dream and raised my shirt arm to see if I was hurt because the dream seemed so real. On my shoulder there was a brown trail instead of where the fur fingers touched.
I told my mother about it. At first she was shocked and without a word that she said that she had never seen such a trace on me before and said that it was probably nothing. I still have this trail on my shoulder and I never really stand out if it was a dream or was it real.
