The Dream Well

It was summer and my parents had new jobs in a different city with more income.

This meant that i had to change the school and friends again, it was tough but i accepted it and the new house was huge and even had a well.

After we got into the house, we were all surprised by lets call it „hidden“ doors which brought more and more places were the sun shined on. It looked really beautiful and we loved the house already.

I stood in the garden and looked at the well, it was big and the water inside was really high. Someone who would fall into the well could easily come out, even a ladder was constructed there but what for?

After we got all comfortable in the house, i started to hear the sound of flowing water at the night.

My room was facing the garden in the second floor and i could clearly see the moon shining in the middle of the well. The water seemed to flow to the circle and… it was getting less and less.

I took my clothes on and run slowly down to see what was going on.

My eyes did see it clear, the water got less and the ladder was build to the ground.

Should i go down there? Or rather call my parents to see what was going on.

I stepped slowly on the slippery ladder inside the well and went down. The ground was slimy and my feet were sinking inside the mud. If i hadnt gripped myself back i wouldve been completely sunken and i dont think that anyone could hear me here at all.

After i looked around, i noticed few paths in which one was filled with water, but what mechanism could drag down this amount of water ? I was twelve meters under the ground and nowhere was a lake or else, maybe there was a underground flow?

I couldnt stay too long on one point otherwise i would get drawned back down.

I choosed the middle path and wanted to go but it was dark. Movement was impossible and stepping somewhere unknown was dangerous.

So i went back up the ladder to call my parents.

They came fast and were annoyed …

„What is it ? The well is empty?“

And as i was about to show, the well was completely filled up again.

„That is strange, i was down there and the water was gone but now no one heard a thing when it came back up?“

„Go to sleep youre dreaming dumbass“ said my mother and pushed me inside the well.

„WHAAAT“ i screamed and woke up in my bed.

I was sweating a lot and this dream was weird. I watched outside and the well seemed normal… and yes.. i screamed the word „what“ because i couldnt believe what my mom did.

The days went by and i watched the well several times at night but nothing happend..

Was it all a dream ? Why did it seemed so real..

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