Written Confession: A Fiery Premonition in a Hellish Dream

The following written confession was submitted via email:

I come from London, and after the Brixton riots around 1979 (we lived down the road in Streatham at the time) my mum decided she wanted to move out of the city. We moved to West Sussex, near Gatwick airport, in 1981, I was 13 at the time. I hated it. When I was 17, I left home, found a job and a flat share back in London, but I would come home to my mums the odd weekend. This particular time I came home in the Friday, & I went to bed in my old room. That night I had a very vivid and terrifying nightmare. In it, my mums house was on fire, I could feel the heat, and the smoke was making me cough. I ran downstairs to escape out of the back door, and the devil was in the kitchen in front of the door. I was terrified. There were flames all around me, as I tried to run past, it grabbed my arms to stop me and said something to the effect of ‘You’re mine You’re not going anywhere’ it was so utterly frightening I woke up. I was so freaked out I barely slept the rest of the night.

The next evening, on the Saturday, I went to bed. Just after midnight, I woke up coughing, I realised to my horror that the house actually was ON FIRE! in real life, not in a dream, as it was the night before. I knew what was happening, it was uncomfortable to breathe, I was still coughing, but the weirdest thing was, even though I knew I had to try and save myself, and find my mum, my brother and the dog to make sure they were ok, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep, not move, not fight it. I knew if I did I would die. I also knew I was being overcome by the smoke, but literally didn’t care. The next thing, my brother ran in my room, dragged me out of bed, said we have to find mum and the dog and get out of here. By this time the bottom of the stairs was ablaze but long story short he covered us both in wet blankets and we managed to get out. The house, however didn’t fair so well and pretty much burnt down.

So anyway, that’s one of my weird experiences, was it a coincidence that I dreamt the house was on fire the night before? Was it a premonition? & what the bloody hell was the devil doing in my kitchen! 😉