I was working in a crawl space repairing electrical connections and I cut the line that we thought went to the crawlspace so that it could be removed. It was late and i thought we should finish up the next day, but it was my co-workers house and he wanted to finish it the same day.
We ended up finishing it quicker than i expected and turned on power.
On my way home, i stopped at a minimart to get a drink. It was a "hood" minimart, and when I walking in, the cashier greeted me with a "whatcha doin in hear, white boy?"
I walked past her, giving her a glance with a "dont fuck with me swagger." As i made my way to the back of the store, i turned right and was met by a black dude who had a black ps3 in one hand (although it looked square, more like the original ps2) and a white ps2 slim in the other. He was trying to sell them, but i tried to motion to him that i wasn't interested. However, as i was walking by i reached out for the ps2 slim, before quickly realizing what i was doing and moving my hand quickly back. I could feel the quick burst of hope of a quick sell in his eyes fade away into nothingness.
As i walked by him, in the right-back corner of the minimart, i had apparently walked into the "home theater" section of the minimart (or pawnshop, now, i guess). There were old tv's, a vcr here and there, nothing too spectacular, except the performers. There was a group of 4-5 black skinny-ish dudes rapping, i was thinking to myself, "damn, they sound pretty good, almost too good to be performing in this place".... I cant remember exactly what they were rapping, but it wasn't a well known song.
I walked into the next "area". It was a small stage at the front, which opened up to a massive crowd. On the stage were a few people fully dressed in african garb dancing and singing tribal music. I walked across the stage which ended up being the front right of the store/pawnshop. I made my way up the rows of seats, and as i was working my way up, the performers had finished one song an were polling the audience about what they wanted to hear next. While the question was in english, the names of the songs where very tribal. The audience was shouting out their choices, and as i was walking by, a white mother and her young daughter were in the crowd. They both had long flowing blond hair, and big bright blue eyes. They were both shouting out their choice, it was "bweee bweee" or something like that. Their faces stuck out to me for some reason.
After that, somehow i found out that the house i had worked on earlier was having electrical problems again. Namely, the houses dock and boat lift wasn't powered. The owner (not my coworker, who, as it turned out was just the tenant) told me that the dock wasn't working, and that the wire that was underneath the house that we had cut was the one that went out to the dock. I was pissed off at that point, because it was the house my coworker lived in and he had assured me that that wire didn't go to anything important.
Then, i was back at the house. The owner was in the home, explaining to me that the dock wasn't working and if i could help him. At that point, we both heard from outside the window "help her, why can't you help her, help her" in a woman's voice, shrill, ghostly, and full of desperation, yet soft enough to still leave some doubt as to what we actually heard. I headed towards the door, turned left, and started walking down the steps.
A figure was walking up to greet me. Dressed in something mostly black, skinny, with an oversized head. Pale white, skull like, but with huge black eyes with wide white ridges around the eyes. The figure's nose and lips existed, but they were shriveled in distress and distain for me. Out from beneath it's cloak of darkness it raised its arm to a point, pointing its finger at me "help her, why can't you help her, help her" followed by a shriek so cold and hopeless that it woke me up shivering, panicking.
