Omar

From: Andrew G. (Unplugged_@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: my room, Central CA
Source: Form Submission

This occurred a couple of weeks ago, in the summer between my Junior and Senior year of college. I was living with a buddy of mine, as my Father and I had had a pretty big falling out. It was in the very early morning, I'd say around 4 a.m. or so

Anyways, I was sleeping very well, (Im usually a very heavy sleeper) and I had a very horrible dream. I dreamt I was going around my town killing people. And Im not just talking about any types of killings, I'm talking about tying up live people, taking an axe and doing the kind of stuff that makes Charles Manson look like Martha Stewart. i'll spare you the details (and the pleasure of tasting your lunch all over again), but I will say it's the kind of killings a person would never even consider doing to their worst enemy in their wildest dreams. And this dream went on for a very long time. i didnt just committ a few murders in this dream, I killed a LOT of people.

At the end of this dream, the police had finally caught me, and were interrogating me as to why I did it. All I could repeat was "Omar made me do it! Omar made me do it!" The police guy asked "who is Omar?" and I remember feeling more terrorified than I ever had in my entire life. All i could reply was "you dont want to know".

Suddenly, I heard a voice call my name and say "Wake up, Andrew. Wake up and believe in me." at THIS point, the dream ended. I opened my eyes, and I could see all around my room, except the head of my bed, I tried to focus on it, and I could make out a gray sillouette of a man standing there. I didn't see any features, just the shape. I could see my buddy lying across from me in his bed, but he was fast asleep.

So anyways, this guy/thing/whatever it was was standing there and seemed to be unravelling something in his hand. it was making a noise like he was unravelling plastic wrap or something. i asked it "who are you" and he replied "I am Omar." Then i saw the wrap in his hands. He must have noticed, because he said "This is what im going to kill you with. i'm going to wrap it around your face until you suffocate to death". Needless to say, i didnt want to die, and being raised strict lutherin, im told if your ever in that situation, you call out the lord's name. i tried to do it, but I couldent make out the sounds. i could move my lips, but all that came out was a low, moaning sound. I couldent move at all, either, all I could do was move my eyes, and even then I couldent move them up to see "Omar's" head. Finally, i was able to mutter, "In Jesus' name, i command you to leave" and just like that, He was instantly gone, i could open my eyes fully, and move. This part was NOT a dream.