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The Silver Witch

I’m standing around the middle school after school hours. Police and firefighters are finding and rescuing people that are in craters in the concrete. There is a huge basement-like cavern under the street, so when the street caves in in these pot holes, it falls into this pitch black basement. If someone falls down in these holes they’re trapped.
I’m drawn to go behind the auditorium. I’m joined with two girls I know. Sure enough, a man in his late thirties is stuck down in one of these holes. He looks like a redneck in a red plaid coat, cap, and jeans. I don’t hesitate to jump down in the hole with him, along with my Asian friend. She has beautiful long black hair and bangs. Together we look for a rope that we can use to climb back up. The cord I find looks sturdy but it’s to short. She finds one that is long and white, slightly fraying but long. We pull the end that is out of our view toward us, and expose a head still wrapped in a noose. The crowd at the rim of the hole gasps. I shake the rope away from the decapitated head which rolls chin up and my friend goes to work to tie the rope around the man.
I look at the grey haired head. It belonged to a woman, who though has a young face, has hair that is silver with age. On the bottom of her chin, embedded into her skin, is an ‘x’ button from a Playstation controller. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I push the button.
The head animates and emits a terrifying high pitched scream. The people above scream and run away. The head laughs and says, “The Silver Witch will rise again.”
I quickly loosen the noose knot when the head soars into the darkness surrounding us in this expansive underground area. I just get the knot undone when my friend is yanked by an unseen force into the black
I manage to get the guy out somehow, and run to the front door of the auditorium as fast as I can. I get in, and slam the door behind me. I hold it shut. My other friend with dark curly hair comes to the glass door. She pounds on it and begs me to let her inside. I trust her, so I do. Together we hold the doors closed. I’m new to this town, so I’ve never heard of this Silver Witch. I ask my friend why she didn’t tell me about this curse and who the witch is. She tells me that it’s an ancient story that was thought to be done with. The Silver Witch was thought to be dead.
Until I just woke her up.
My Asian friend comes to the door and also pleads for me to let her in. She says she’s being chased by the Silver Witch. She’s a good actor, but I know she’s acting. I refuse, telling her there is to big a chance that she is the Silver Witch herself. “If I was the witch, I would have red eyes and silver hair! It’s not me!” she argues.
It’s true that I figured the Silver Witch would have silver hair like the head in the hole, but now that she has said this, I know for sure she is the witch. “The witch is SILVER. Her eyes don’t go red. They go grey.”
A glimmering silver grey, just like my friend outside. She smiles wickedly at me before running around the corner and out of view. I curse at myself. Now that she’s out of my line of sight, the witch could leave my friends body and literally enter anyone of her pleasing, and now I’ll have no way to know who. It’ll be impossible to keep track, to beat her.
I go home and my dad, who is Harry Potter’s uncle, yells at me for coming home late and not doing the laundry. I struggle to close the curtain that exposes the night outside. My mom doesn’t yell. She’s understanding as she does the dishes.
I see a glimpse of Ron’s family as they fly around on brooms, playing quidditch with each other. It’s a stark contrast with my own home life. [End]

*Important* I’m an author and I would love to turn this dream into a novel or short story myself. Please don’t turn this into a written or video-visual story without asking first. Thanks!
Relative to Real Life~
Night of April 9th, 2014
Real-life characters: Harry Potter’s uncle(Harry Potter), mom, Ron and his family (Harry Potter).
Dream-created characters: Police and firefighters, people running around on the street, man in hole, Silver Witch, Asain friend, friend with curly hair, everyone in the crowd around our hole.
Different than real life: I don’t have friends, I graduated high school in 2011- so it’s been a while since I was a middle schooler, my parents are no longer in one household, my dad is not Harry Potter’s uncle.
Reasons:
Middle School = I was driving home at night and I passed the middle school. I saw a lost dog so I stopped in an attempt to help it, but it walked off into the middle school playground and was gone before I could reach it. It was odd to be standing in the threshold of the gate to the school I haven’t thought about in years. I’m sure this is why I dreamt of the school.
Reoccurring: No.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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