Something really weird happened last night. I was dreaming, but… it didn’t feel like a dream. It was cold, quiet. My room was there, but the colors were all wrong. Everything was gray, like an old photo.
There was a boy standing in the corner.
He didn’t say his name.
He looked around my age, maybe a bit older. He had short hair and wore this navy-blue pajama-looking outfit. But his eyes were… wrong. Too big. Like they were crying, but nothing dripped. Just this weird, gray shine.
He didn’t move much. Just pointed.
Behind him, these red cards started flashing in the air.
They spun around, then lined up like they were waiting for me to read them.
I remember the numbers exactly:
1 5 9 4 2 2 8 9 3 1 5 9
He said something in Japanese, I think.
I couldn’t understand it all, but I think it meant, “You got it right.”
Then he leaned in close and said in English:
“The door is behind you.”
I turned around.
There was nothing.
And when I looked back… he was gone.
That’s when I woke up.
I felt sick when I got out of bed. My hands were shaking. But the number… I remembered it. I wrote it down. It’s still on my desk. I don’t know why.
I haven’t told anyone.
I’m not going to.
– Matthew