Weird stories eh? Well I had a strangely vivid dream the other night that would make a good horror story. Well not really but its one of those nightmares which scare the gooseberry fool out of you in the middle of the night but seem so stupid the next morning. I am at a dark evil looking graveyard in the middle of the night. Thunder lights the sky and it is raining heavily. A woman with an American southern accent is standing over the grave of her dead disabled son and narrates the story of how he killed his younger sister. She show’s me his bizarrely shaped shoe which is in her hand. Its a bit like a clowns show except larger and completely round. It ought to look comical but instead looks somewhat sinister. She recants how he used to look after his sister and say coo over and over again to comfort her. The whole scene takes place form my point of view and I am a few feet away from the grave. She continues her story as her dead son appears and seems to crawl closer towards me. His head is very large and seems to be the only thing I can focus on. Again its very round and slightly rugby ball shaped and ought to look comical but it seems sinister . He edges closer and closer towards me with something in his hand maybe a big steel mallet or something but I can't really tell. As he edges towards me he says coo coo coo, over and over again. I ought to move away but for some reason i stay there transfixed. As he gets closer he raises whatever it is in his hand and I wake up.
Now writing it back this story sounds totally retarded but it caused me to wake up in the middle of the night and scared me shitless at the time. Something about the atmosphere and the fact that it was from my own POV yet I coudln't do anything. I dunno. The point is how the strawberry float has my brain been able to come up with such a detailed crazy story with no promting at all