| 'What A Weird dream.' Short story, what would you do in that situation? |
| Review of: What A Weird Dream You pulled me right into this one — not gently, not slowly, but with that delicious jolt of something is wrong and I can’t name it yet. That’s a rare talent. I felt like I was standing beside you in the hall, holding my breath, waiting for the world to start moving again. What you’ve created here isn’t just a creepy little snapshot; it’s atmosphere. Thick, unsettling, beautifully controlled atmosphere. I love how you let the silence become its own character. The absence of familiar sounds — the fridge, the house settling, even the wind — hits harder than any jump-scare could. It’s that quiet dread that creeps under the skin. Your imagery is incredibly sharp: the frozen curtains, the oak tree mid-sway, the shadows stretching toward you like they have intentions. Those details tell me you know exactly how to build tension — not by shouting “danger,” but by whispering “pay attention.” And then the voice. The shoelace. The reality flickering back like someone flipping a switch. That moment left me grinning, because you nailed that dream-state logic where everything feels too vivid, too real, and still impossibly strange. The ending is perfect. That understated, almost casual “what a weird dream” lands with the right amount of irony — because the reader knows it wasn’t just a dream. Something followed you back. Something touched the world on its way out. I can genuinely say: you have a strong instinct for psychological horror and sensory detail. If this is the kind of storytelling you’re leaning into, I hope you keep going. You know how to unsettle without being loud about it, and that’s a skill. I’d love to read more of your work. Keep writing — you’ve got something special here.
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