The Boy Next Door

Just wanna share my story of a nightmare of mine. I dreamt this dream last year of Christmas week. 

Do you ever had an experience of dreaming a nightmare for 3 nights? That was my first having them which made me scared to lay my eyes to sleep again for another day. 😦

 

 

 

 

All I can remember, my sight in my dream was all colored in gray. It all started from my school.

                                           My school was just an ordinary building right now but in my dream it was positioned in the middle, between the two buildings, which aren’t truly existed in general.
                                         From my point of view—  the right side was a dormitory building and from the left side was an apartment building.

                                        Suddenly I found myself that I choose an apartment building because I don’t wanna share a room with someone else and I want to be independent so that I could cook my own food. But to surprise me I was in my room, my room in real life right now. My room had a small space so it can be recognized that it was for only one person room. 

                                       While in my room there’s an unknown boy keeps bothering me while I am playing by myself in my room. Seriously, what am I playing by myself there? I can’t really remember..

                                      The boy knocked in my room and I opened it. He gave me a comb. It was really lovely so I keep it. While he was closing my door, strangely he sneered at me. The night comes and somehow when I was sleeping I feel that there’s someone strangling my neck so I couldn’t breathe. But when I rose my eyes, nobody is in my room besides me!

                                     The day I woke up I totally can’t breath! I realized and took the comb that was given to me by that strange boy who sneered after he gave that thing. I opened the box where I hid it but to surprise me, the comb’s hairbrush pieces was withering one by one. I shout for my realization that “I WAS CURSED!”

                                    As I was totally can’t breath I tried to call a police and a priest and talk to them that there was a neighbor who was cursing me to death.

                                  When I am in my room and patiently waiting for the people I called, I can even hear in my ear the loud laugh of that boy with his evil smile and a white round eyes. I punch my chest with my bare hand so the oxygen of mine will come back but the pain inside my throat keeps hurting and worsening. Thankful and sigh of relief that the people I called was early in an action. The priest made us shower with a holy water so that the weird boy stop his evil doings and after that the policemen arrested him for his bad deeds.

                               And everyday I was traumatized since then.. (But that was when I am still in my dream) I totally hurried myself to change my scary and horrible dream. (lol but true) And here I have another dream again where I  found myself outside of the apartment building. 

                              A gray colored dream turned into a better view that has a random of colors. The view outside had a swimming pool with lots of children enjoying their moments while swimming.

                             As I was going upstairs of the building a strange old man that has a long white hair suddenly caught and holds my wrist and told me to come with him downstairs but I was filled with doubts after he told me to come with him. I don’t even know him so I quickly refused to his request. But before I woke up, I am sure that he was not yet done talking to me. But I couldn’t hear and remember anything he say..



I  don’t have actually a talent for speaking English but I will try to become better☺

Just like they said ” Always pray before sleeping“😁

Have a good day! Thank you so much for reading.

My Haikus!

1. For my teacher


    – This haiku/s was one of our English project. Here in this photo is our English teacher, Ma’am Margie! Hehe. Our haiku poem, a traditional form of Japanese poetry that consists of 3 lines, was made by ourselves. I posted these copy of my project in WordPress because Ma’am Marg told us so. 

    • Let me explain my Haiku! As for the first line is “The sun rises as”. Actually, it should be “The stars” because it was meant for the students taught by a teacher. And for the 2nd and 3rd line meant that teachers teaches and the students will accomplish their dreams including their success in life after taught by a teacher who patiently teaching hundreds of children they did not own for a couple of years they grew to become a good, responsible and an independent adult.

          2. For my significant others

          • My significant or special others are my friends. In this picture are Joy and Nicole. Sorry for my other friends because they were my closest to begin with. Yep closest😂 Sorry for these two friends of mine for I am, too, was busy in our school activities. I hope that someday we could reunite again somewhere place and have a lot of laughs, talks, and fun time together!

              3. For my Mom

              • And this is for my mom who teaches us lessons always. Yep, always! But I don’t have a position to complain with because I will also become a mom in my future days  and when that day comes..hmm. I will become more strict than my mom! Hahaha 😂. I love you mommy😁😙



              4. For my dad

              • Yup! Earning money can make things easy like buying what you want, to pay the expenditures,and having an easy and successful life. I pledge for my whole life that for my dad who hardworking for us, I shall do my best in my studies so I can pay back my parents for their sacrifices for us , siblings, so that we could also have a happy life. Hehe, I love you daddy!😁😘



              5. For myself

              •  This is my favorite poem I’d written for myself because this inspires me everyday and an encouraging genre for someone who struggles at the bottom to become better and better to prove to others that they CAN stand again from their failures .

              6. For my enemy

              • And lastly is for my foe. This poem was made only for my foe, I repeat😂. This refers that she/he must look their attitudes and reflection about theirselves before judging other people. Yep, nobody is perfectly made. Everyone has their own flaws and mistakes☺.

                So… what was/were the poetry I did that made you struck on your mind, soul, and heart?😂 I need your opinions or appreciations 🙏 (Sorry for the word closest😂looool )


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                My name is Janneiah Peñaflorida, a grade 8 student from San Diego Parochial School.


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