Ghost? Maybe not....

IS THIS A DREAM?

As Cassius slept, he had bad dreams.
There again was that man. That man in black clothes and a mask made from black fog, apparently named Erebus. Cassius dreamed about how his parents were killed by Erebus. Their screams could still be heard when those white things came out from their heads. As Cassius tried to move, he felt pain from his broken bones and ribs. At that moment, Erebus came towards him, kneeled to his height, and started to laugh in front of him. Then he placed his hand on Cassius's face and squeezed it until it exploded, like his parents' heads. At that moment, Cassius woke up, breathing hard, tears rolling down his face. As he sat up, he felt enormous pain in his body. His leg, arm, and ribs were broken. As he looked at his hands, they were covered in blood. He looked behind him, praying it wasn't true. Scared he turned around and saw body of his mother, headless.
Next to her body, there was his father's body, also headless. Cassius sat next to his mother's body and took her hand. He pulled it to his cheek and cried. He never wanted this to happen...
He thought, "I-I just wanted peace, not for my mother to be killed... she suffered because of me her whole life. From the moment I was born to the moment she died." Cassius again heard a scream... He thought,
"Whose scream is that? I can't even recognize it now... Who is there? Is it me? Who knows..." As he cried and screamed, his head fell onto the chest of his mother... He never hated her, even if she hated him, he could never hate his own mother. Cassius looked at his father's headless body. He could care less about this fucking bastard.
Cassius then stood up with the help of a table on which he leaned. He stumbled towards his closet, where he had some clothes. There was one of his traditional robes, two shirts, and some pants. He found his father's shirts and ripped them. He took the ripped fabric and started to wrap it around his broken leg. He would look for a doctor later to help him heal or something. He wrapped another part of the ripped shirt around his dislocated shoulder and broken arm.
Then he took another shirt of his father and ripped it again. He started to wrap it around his chest, where he had some broken ribs. When he finished, he put on his traditional robe and packed some food into a small bag he found. He then looked in his headless father's body clothes to see if he had any money in his clothes. He found a small amount of money.
There were 5 craws (10 dollars).
Cassius went outside and found a long stick on the ground. He took it; it would help him walk because one of his legs didn't really work that well.
He gave one last look at the small house they had lived in. He felt bad for leaving his mother's body there, but he didn't have the strength to bury her... at least not yet. He would come back and do it later. He would even bring flowers for her grave.
Cassius turned around and started to stumble forward. He knew his father was always heading this way, toward the village to that pub he frequented.
After almost three hours of stumbling through the forest, he finally saw the first shapes of the village.