Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
The following report was sent into our website by Jessie on June 17, 2012:
“I have suffered from nightmares for as long as I can remember. Most of them I forget after a few minutes of being awake, but this one will stick with me forever.
My dad was working split shifts for OC Transpo at the time, and was up at 4 in the morning for work. I was having a very vivid dream, one of those where you swear you’re awake. I dreamt my dad came to my room wearing his work uniform. He was ghastly pale, and sweating profusely. “Dad, are you okay?” I asked. “No. It’s no good, I’m sick.” He mumbled. I sat up, very concerned. My dad never gets sick. I can probably count on one hand the times he’s been sick. “Daddy, whats wrong?” I repeated. “No. It’s no good, I’m sick,” he mumbled again. He just kept mumbling it over and over. Then he started to walk towards my bed. His face started to change into something one can only see in nightmares. I gasped and woke up.
When I opened my eyes, there was a man standing by my bed. He didn’t have a face, but he was wearing a hat and a cape. He seemed to be made of shadows. I let out a small yelp of surprise. He then turned and ran out of my room. I could hear his footsteps go down the hall. I then heard a growling sound, and my dog, Lokie, ran into my room and started licking my face. I knew then that she had seen him too.”