Terror has no real definition
Before I begin this post, allow me to point out a bit of something. I am familiar with shared dreaming. More times than not, these dreams take place during the time that all parties are asleep. Landscapes, environments, weather, and other aspects of surroundings tend to exist in a shared dream. It could be argued that what I am about to speak of could be a sort of shared dream because both took place in the living area of our home. However, the “drama” that took place in these dreams was completely different as well as the times in which they took place. As I stated in my introduction, you are free to hold your own opinions and beliefs about what I am about to tell you, but please be respectful. Remember, you weren’t there, so how do you really know? Let me tell you about Ol’ Paperface.
I have already described some of the “bizarre” events that my brother and I happened to encounter in our childhood home. Sure, at this point none of them may really stand out. For some of you, it might be more frightening to talk about the fire red tornado that blitzed through the front yard of this home after passing over a nearby sand bar and ever so politely taking my grandmother’s front porch with it down the dirt road in front of our house.
The Lurking Entity
Regardless of what one may or may not believe, it is a terrifying life experience to learn from your sibling that both of you dreamt of the same demonic-looking entity. We both believe that it was a ghost. Honestly, it is anyone’s guess.
Neither one of us are really sure which one of us dreamt of this entity first. So, I will start with my encounter in the dream realm. At the time, I would have easily sworn that what I was encountering was real. It seemed very real. I awoke and rose from my bed. Typically, my first stop in the morning when I was a child was the kitchen, but I heard a noise from the living room. It was a slithering or hissing sound of some sort. I noticed that everything became darker and darker as I approached the living area.
There is a feeling. It is one that is very hard to describe. The air around you seems to get really heavy and you just know deep down that something awful is going to happen. Impending doom. Coming dread. It washed over me like a tidal wave yet I continued to slowly trek into the living area.
As I rounded the corner at the end of the hall and stepped into the dimly lit room, my body went into shock. Levitating in the middle of the room before me were two “entities”. Their bodies were heavily translucent, but they almost looked like ghosts from a Scooby-Doo cartoon. They both appeared to have tattered, white, dingy-looking sheets over their bodies. The being on the right had its “back” facing towards me. However, the one on the left stared directly into my shivering soul. It was the most bizarre, disturbing face that I have ever seen…something we call “Ol’ Paperface” today…
Dream of Murder
My brother’s nighttime vision of the very same supernatural being did take place in the same setting, but the playout was much more…violent. He never has gone into total details about the beginnings of this horrendous nighmare encounter because; quite frankly, I think that it terrified him so much that he doesn’t remember the how it started.
He spoke to me of being able to see the living room area from the hall. The couch where my father once loved to take his daily naps was visible from the end of the hall where my brother’s bedroom was located. From what he told me, it appears that was exactly what was going on. He had a full view of my father lying on the couch in the living room. He also bore witness to a white, dingy-looking entity bent over the couch and stabbing our father to death.
At one point, my brother told me that he witnessed the entity remove our father’s liver before looking directly at him turning and fleeing in the direction of the front door, which was located in the living room. My brother continued by telling me that he ran in the living room to find our father pale and lifeless on the couch. He then proceeded to run to the door…
The front door of our old house had only one small window. It was diamond shape and located near the top. I was never tall enough to peer through that window. My brother, however, has always bee a tall man. He immediately gazed through the portal to behold the face of the entity pressed against the glass from the other side–staring directly into his eyes. He told me that he would never forget that face. That terrifying, impossible face.
The Visage of the Nightmare
Grab a piece of plain white printer paper. Now cut two football shaped holes in the paper near the top that are linear. Now, take that paper and crush it into the tightest ball that you can manage. Once you’ve done that, gently spread the paper out so that it looks just like a crumbled up piece of paper with two eyeholes in it. You are now staring at the face of Ol’ Paperface.
I would have never imagined that something would have a visage such as this even now in my middle-aged life. The face of this being looked like a discarded, crumbled piece of paper with eyes that were as hollow as the blackest sinkhole. Lifeless, soulless, large and elliptical sockets that held no emotion. My brother and I both will swear that it looked at us, so there was definitely intelligence to this being.
Neither of us described the odd appearance of this spectral nightmare to each other until years and years later. We had no idea that we had both dreamt of the same entity until then. So, there is no way that I could have dreamt of it because he told me about it. The same goes for him. Whether real or coincidence, this otherworldly “thing” terrified the hell out of us both and still does to this day. After our first discussion of this matter, we dubbed this spirit as “Ol’ Paperface”. My brother tells me that he still dreams of that house and these dreams are filled with dread and forboding. He doesn’t know where these feelings come from, but it rattles him to the core.
Regardless…the encounter with Ol’ Paperface has stuck with us since. I went own to continue researching the paranormal and the occult. My brother went on to study various topics on the supernatural as well…but these are other stories.