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My Nightmare Tortured Me. But I Found Out It Was A True Story From My Past

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Hi! I’m Oliver, I’m 15. And something weird happened when I was a kid and I want you to help me figure it out...

Surprisingly, it all started when I watched “Breaking Bad.” You see, there are a lot of deserts and cars there, and all of that triggered something in me... I felt weird when I was watching it, like some long forgotten memory started to appear in my mind again. It was something about a desert and... it was very weird and... hazy.
And then I had this dream for the first time. In my dream, I was very young... like 3 or 4, and I was in the backseat of a car. Outside I saw a desert, and in the front seat of the car... there were two men. They were silent. I was holding a blue horse or pony in my hands. I remember clutching and squeezing it to suppress my fear.
I woke up in a cold sweat, squeezing my pillow the same way I did with the horse. I was so scared I couldn’t even breathe properly. It was terrifying and I tried to get right back to sleep, but I ended up staring at the ceiling for an hour before I finally fell asleep.

Over the next few days I was constantly thinking about it, because it felt so... real. I finally forgot about it, and then I had the same dream again. And then a third and fourth time, so by this point there was no way I could forget about it or think about anything else except that dream. Who were those men and this weird blue horse? I started to think that maybe... just maybe, it was a real memory that I had forgotten about.

I asked my parents about this dream, and mom was visibly confused. She said that no, nothing like this had ever happened, but my Dad...my Dad was acting really weird. He SAID that nothing like this happened, but he was doodling something on a piece of paper like he always did when he was nervous. He then threw this piece of paper into the trash. Later I picked it up, because maybe there was some hint, but no, there were just random doodles.

I got extremely suspicious of my Dad’s reaction, because he definitely knew something. In my mind, I already had some horrible theories about what had happened and if my Dad was a part of it. Mom definitely didn’t know anything about it, but she was always such a nervous and panicky person, she thought that maybe I was having some problems because of stress from school, so she took me to see a therapist.

The therapist tried to ask me about my stress and studies, but I really didn’t want to talk about it, because I knew that it was something completely different. I couldn’t tell that to my Mom though, because first I wanted to get the truth directly from my father.

When I was alone with my dad, I asked him if he REALLY didn’t know anything about this dream. Dad was trying to blow me off by saying that I was just imagining things, but I kept asking if he was hiding the truth because he did something bad to me.
Finally, my Dad agreed to tell me what happened. It was very hard for him, his voice was wavering and his hands were shaking.

When I was 3, I was playing outside with my Dad. Mom was working, so it was just him and me. Someone called, so Dad went inside to answer the phone. He was in there talking for about 10-15 minutes and then he went outside again and I wasn’t there. Dad started to panic and tried to find me, but I had vanished. He couldn’t understand how a 3-year-old could disappear like that. He asked our neighbors if they had seen me and they said something about a car coming up to our house, but they didn't see anything except the car.

Dad immediately called the police and they started to search for me. At this point in the story Dad could barely hold back his tears, it was so difficult for him to talk about it. They were searching for me for half an hour, but he said it felt like an eternity.

After a while, the policemen found me on a playground a few blocks away from the house. I was crying and holding a blue horse toy in my hands. They then took the toy away for examination.

Dad decided not to tell any of this to my Mother because she was such a nervous person it would've ruined her emotionally for months. Dad, without my Mom’s knowledge, took me to a doctor and they didn’t find any injuries or anything like that. He also tried therapists and psychiatrists to help me remember anything, and of course the policemen were asking me questions, but I was just a 3-year-old and I couldn’t remember. In the end, the therapists said that it would be better to not remind me about this incident from that point on.
How he did it without my Mom finding out - I have no idea.


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