Through the murky darkness of the night, when fear banishes sleep, it's the no-sleep

podcast.

Born from the nightmares of Reddit.com's no-sleep forum, and featuring tales from

Reddit's authors of horror, we present you with tales intended to frighten and disturb

and keep you awake as the night slowly creeps past.

Our first tale is entitled, A Dream My Mother Had, a recurring dream can serve as a

premonition for the dreamer, and sometimes even for the generations that follow.

This story was written by Richard Walker and is read by David Cummings.

I remember my mother telling me about a dream she used to have as a child.

She would find herself outside an old house, desperately trying to find the way in.

She would bang on the door and peer in through the windows, but inside all the rooms were

dark and empty.

She was never sure why she was so desperate to get inside the house, but something kept

forcing her to try.

In her dream, she would turn away from the house to look down the garden path, but it

was dusk and what little light was left was blocked by the swaying branches overhead.

Even as her eyes adjusted to the twilight, she could see nothing beyond the wind-blown

limbs of a few nearby trees.

Beyond that was total darkness.

When she turned around again, the front door of the house lay wide open.

She stepped inside and suddenly felt the need to shut it behind her as quickly as possible,

as if some unseen predator was chasing her from the darkness outside.

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