Fish Boy
I've told this story before on Reddit. My aunt on my father's side killed herself. During the grieving process I returned home from uni to stay on their couch and assist. My sleeping arrangement was on the living room sofa that fed directly into the kitchen behind it, using the couch as a divider of the spaces. Above the kitchen was an open landing from the second floor that meant that whoever left the master bedroom could look down into the kitchen and try and peer into the living room.
I've had lucid dreams before but never like this. The short of it was that I would be watching tv and get that fear that someone was watching me and I needed to look over my shoulder. I'd ignore it for a while before finally getting frustrated and yanking myself up from lying down to look over the back of a very tall sofa.
Expecting to see nothing, imagine my complete fear when I did see something. I call him "fish boy". Avid gamer, he shared similarities of a Zora from LoZ - the smooth blue/grey tint to the skin without genitals.
It was a child like being with elongated arms that hung near its knees. No genitalia, but a boyish shape. The skin was so thin, I remember distinctly the fliker of its breathing under the undercounted kitchen lights that some people leave on as a nightlight. Its features looked as if someone had bundled the skin at the back of its head pulled taut - making slits of the nose and eyes.
Outside its quickness of breath, it didn't move but just stared at me. I freaked the fuck out and then woke up from my lying position on the couch. I scrambled to check the kitchen and there was nothing. Turning on all the lights and some wholesome tv, I eventually fell back to sleep.
In the morning my step mother commented on the lights and I expressed nightmares but didn't explain further. To be frank, I'd always had trouble sleeping as a child so this was expected from me, even as an adult. She empathized by saying she also was having terrible dreams and effectively chalked it up to grief.
These events with fish boy continued over the next few nights. It's been too long to remember the specific timeline but I was there for at least a week and had the dream at least 3 times. All without realizing I'd fallen asleep, all incredibly lucid. Then I'd wake up and be terrified. Each time losing more and more sleep through the night.
On the watershed morning my father had taken my younger siblings out for some air and the house was just my step mother and me. Over breakfast she broached the subject of my dreams and I began to explain the sequence of events. The only thing that you should know about my step mother is she's not the supernatural kind. She's a woman crafted from an upper middle class white background that combines Martha Stewart and Oprah's cultural traits to attend soccer practice and little league and everything associated with being a nuclear dream family. No shade, but she is a stereotype and I would be very surprised for her to take in-depth interest in anything outside immediate culture of the white middle America family.
Like freaky fish boys in your kitchen.
As I'm detailing my dreams I can visually see her getting uncomfortable. She explains that she has been having nightmares where her children are in trouble so she gets up in the middle of the night to walk across the landing to check on them. When exiting the bedroom she decides to also check on me, so she leans over the railing to peer into the living room but notices that someone is standing in the kitchen, staring at her. Then she wakes up from her nightmare.
At this confession I'm freaked the fuck out. She doesn't really miss a beat and goes on to explain that my aunt's things had been brought into the house w few days ago and that my grandmother (who certainly is a hippie) had some sage in the box because she'd been burning it in my aunt's house to cleanse it.
And that's what we did. We went to get that box of her things, found my grandmother's sage, and wafted it through the house. Never had the dream again. To this day, weirdest experience of my life. Grief does strange shit to the brain and that's probably where I'll leave this memory.
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