Lost

The day

It's been five days since I handed the letter in, and people haven't really been saying much about it. I went through my normal school day and people started to slowly mention the trip and scary stories about it and apparently someone in my school knew someone that's been to the catacombs but hasn't seen them since but there mum and dad told them that they had moved to Spain but they don't believe it.
The trip is tomorrow and I'm actually starting to get worried because of all the stories going round. I just dismissed it for now and think about it when it comes to it.

Today was the day, today was the trip I woke up and I was actually kind of nervous but when I got to school my nerves all disappeared as soon as I saw Abbie I was happy and all the thoughts of being scared for the trip went.
Me and Abbie say next to each other on the coach and it was fun we laughed, we joked and we just talked in general it was fun. But I got like super tired so I fell asleep and I got super spooked out by my dream:

In my dream I see a fuzzy figure slowly coming into view. It was a man covered in a crimson liquid - blood. I couldn't move or scream at the sight before me so I remain silent; while I trembled with fear.

His left arm hanging by only a few bits of decaying flesh swung as he got closer to me. His opened a bloody mouth and coughed up blood before speaking. "Go back," he groaned, "Don't go there. You won't come back out alive." He spluttered in a raspy voice. I awoke with the whole coach staring at me. when I asked why everyone was staring at me and Abbie whispered to me "you were just screaming..." I was very confused and just kinda ignored it. The rest of the coach trip I was being stared at by the rest if the kids on the coach I even heard some of them saying I have some kind of sleep disorder.