This is extremely strange, (and cause I have nothing better to blog about), so I figured I would blog about it here. Last night I had a really weird dream that seemed like it could be a movie, or book or somthing. It started like this…

I was driving with my mother along a new road they built along Seneca Lake. As we were driving it seemed like I had been down the road hundreds of times before, quite possibly from an earlier dream. As we were driving tractor trailers and the like were all over and there were huge cracks in the road which caused the car to jerk really hard when we drove over them. We were then in a small town near Seneca Falls and Waterloo, there I got into my grandmothers car along with my sister. I think we were going to my grandmothers house which was in Seneca Falls, but on our way through this strange little town, the car broke down so my grandmother stopped and we went to ask for help in this long, old house.

We knocked on the door and was greeted by a woman who appeared to be in her late 30′s along with her two children. We stepped into the house and on to this extremely weird porch. There we began explaining what happened and where we could get help. She explained that the nearest machanic lived quite far from where we were and that we might as well make ourselves comfortable in the town she referred to as Dewittsville. So with that, my grandmother, my sister, and I walked into the town. There we saw a sign that said in faded wooden letters, “Welcome to Dewitteville.” My sister and I started talking and I got a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. My grandmother decided to go into the small general store to see if they had a phone, as she had the strange feeling too. She went into the store and that was the last we saw of her.

It was now getting dark and my sister and I were getting anxious waiting for our grandmother. We decided to return to the house we had originally went to upon arriving in Dewittville. We knocked on the door and the same woman, looking much older, allowed us to enter, and first thing she said was “Take off your shoes and don’t step on the carpet.” With that she walked into another room and the house became eerily quiet. To top that off, outside the house became pitch black and silent. I looked at my sister and she it was obvious she was extremely uneasy about being in the house. With that, we decided that we would try our luck outside, but to our despiar, there was no way out, the doors and windows were bolted shut. We were trapped in the house.

We then tried to walk further into the house, but for some reason the sound of the old woman saying ” . . . don’t step on the carpet” was stuck in my head. We looked down on the carpet and there were huge redish colored stains on it continuing all the way down the hall. That was too much, I knew then that we HAD to get out of the house. We ran down the hall, the house silent, and then we hard loud footsteps coming from the far end of the hallway. We ran into the first open door we could find, and of course, it was a bathroom. We looked for a light, then my sister turned it on and we saw it. The mirror and bathtub had a coating of a dried red somthing. At first it appeared to be paint, but the smell in the room told us otherwise. We attempted to open the window and rush out, but somthing hit the ground with a BOOM! Then we heard a creaking of someone getting out of a bed then a loud pounding on the door followed by “What are you doing in there?” and “Who are you?!” Terrified we ran from the bathroom and back to the front room.

Sitting in the chair was the old woman and here two children grinning in a terrifying and maniacal way. We turned around and saw a huge man standing there. I then blacked out.

I awoke a few hours later, and my sister and I were on the concrete porch, it was daylight. Both of us still shaken from the night before knew we had to get out and the only way we could was to do it at that very moment. We threw everything at the walls in hopes of breaking through, then we saw it. A wooden rocking chair, sitting in the corner. It seemed heavy enough to break through the wall. We knew it was our last hope of escape. But just as I picked up the chair, the woman ran shreaking into the room and screamed “What are you doing? NOOOOOOO!!!!” in a banshee like tone. I threw the chair, and we ran deep into the woods.

We came upon a clearing with hundreds of cars sitting on train tracked, and there was a sound of a train whistle in the background. We spotted our truck and ran to it, and of course inside was Pete. We jumped in and the other cars all started driving all over, we drove and were having a horrible time getting off the train tracks. Just as the train was less than 10 yards behind us, he made it off the tracks and we drove away, the sounds of crunching metal behind us. We had escaped Dewittville.

This was an extremely intense dream. I woke up and my heart was pounding and I was breathing hard. I was then wired as if I had just chugged Mountain Dew. I got up and did some stuff, like reformatted my computer (it was being werid).

I then decided to blog about my dream, but first I figured I’d look up dewittville to see if it was a real place. I was amazed to find it was. Dewittville, NY is about 2 hours away from my town, and heres a scarier part. The woman in my dream was too. Her name was Margaret Clara Bittner (Jan. 12, 1908 – July 31, 1991). .

I’m sure it was a coincidence, but its still quite freaky.