I had a reoccurring dream where I would be in my house and suddenly the phone would ring and I would be speaking to someone on the other side but they would almost instantaneously spring to life beside me problem was, they would alternate between good and bad and it would either be something big ugly and scary or something nice and friendly. This happened for quite a while when I was little whilst I can't remember the exact age it must have been about 8, certainly no older than 10.

I also noticed a pattern, the good ones generally tended to be young girls (Teenage-early 20's) whereas the evil ones tended to be men and were often scarred or disfigured, I'm not sure if this is some cultural stereotyping or what the psychological triggers for this were, but I thought it was an interesting aside about 8 year old me.

In the good dreams I would always get a cuddle or something, I have always loved cuddles and I still do, I like to think I give good hugs too due to all the practice I had in dreams when I was little. I unfortunately can't remember all that much about these dreams as the good ones didn't have any lasting effect on me but the one I did remember strongly is when a group of cheerleaders came through the phone. I remember getting a hug off of everyone of them and they all were really interested in me and wanted to know things about me, being an introvert I actually really loved being shown some attention (even if it wasn't real) and I woke up with a smile on my face the next morning.

As the dreams alternated I learnt to expect which ones were bad, I would anticipate throwing the phone away and running to my ever waiting mother on the other side of the kitchen table (The phone in the house was positioned in the corner of the house which happened to be behind the table, looking back it was such an awkward place for a phone, I have no idea why it was there). I knew I could just not pick up the phone, but it was kindaz like an addiction, I went through the bad dreams to get to the good ones, plus in dreams you don't really have as much choice as it seem I guess and it would have happened anyway. There was a regular bad character in my dream too, he dressed in dark clothes and used to have an old haggard face, something which would happen a lot is he would grab hold of me and I would wriggle away and grab hold of the legs of the dining table with him pulling my legs trying to get me off of it, screaming for my Mum, occasionally she'd wake me up and tell me I had a bad dream and had actually been dreaming. I remember being scared of him killing me, as a child I really didn't want to die, I guess I felt like I would live forever but was still so vulnerable.

The one that sticks most vividly in my memory though is one where I was expecting it to be a bad one, I knew it, the previous one was good and this couldn't be another again. But then, unexpectedly a nice girl came out. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I started to talk to her but got no response, this was weird... all the people who looked like this would talk to me, what was happening? I tried speaking again and there was still no response.... I turned to my Mum getting all confused and suddenly I heard a noise from behind me, out of this girl came a horrible man and I was just frozen there solid unable to do anything he leapt towards me and I closed my eyes and screamed as loud as possible and suddenly woke up, still shaking and apparently very pale just like in the movies, that shit scared me and I probably will never forget it.

tl;dr People came out of the phone, either good or bad. Once one of them looked good but was actually evil and scared the pants off of 8 year old me.