Dreams of a killer

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Now, two nights ago, so February 5, that night I had a dream. This one was very.... odd, to say the least. You must remember that this is all a dream, none of it really happened in real life and I swear to you that nothing here is exaggerated. Enjoy if you can...

Dream

I was at my dads house. This house is a one floor house, excluding the basement. My room is at the front of the house. I'd woken up. It was mid afternoon, the sun was tacked low in the sky. I yawned and walked out into the living room. My sister rushes up to me. "Raven! Raven you gotta see this follow me cmon you're never gonna believe what I found." She says to me. Her name is going to be changed for this story, so she'll be referred to as Ash.

(No, her name is not Ashley, her real name actually starts with a B) :)

Ash leads me down into my basement. It's a finished basement, except for the laundry room that's right behind the stairs. She leads me to the back, and under the stairs is a tiny door. "Ash we've been in here before it's just a storage area." "Yeah but look. I moved this and it's another door.." she slides back a panel of the wooded wall. Inside is a dirty stone room. I step down into it. In the center of the floor is a drain. It looks like I'm in a large square shower. There's a metal door at the back wall. I go to it and push it open. Inside is another stone room, though this looks like a lab of some sorts. The walls are lined with shelves of clouded green jars, most of which hold some sort of organ or animal. It looks like the entire place must've been built in the 50's, frozen in time.

"what...the hell.." I turn around and see my sister in the other room. She's staring at something. "Ash..?" I walk toward her when she turns toward me suddenly, smiling. "This is gonna fix everything." It's then I notice she's holding a jar. This one is glowing a neon green. She smashes it on the ground, and the green stuff splatters everywhere. "ASH! WHAT THE HELL?!" I scream at her. She starts laughing and scooping up the gooey stuff into a large pail. I'm horrified and dash past her, upstairs.

It's nighttime now. The stars and moon are out. I see my mom and bring her down stairs to show her. That was a bad idea, because my sister, still laughing hysterically, throws the pail of green goo at my mother. My mother screams and falls to the floor, her skin burning. But then, she goes as mad as my sister. With her skin dangling off of her arms and face, she grabs two more jars from the other room, and smashes them. They held a human heart, and a half eaten brain. My mother takes both of these into her hands, looks at me, and chases me up stairs. I manage to grab the largest knife I can find, and run to my room. I close and lock the door.

Someone starts banging on it immediately. I open it a crack and see its my dad. "What's going on?" he asks. "Just block the door for me!" I yell and he nods. I close the door and brace myself against it. "Let me in." I here my mother say. "Not a chance." my father says. I hear a grunt, then the sound of something big breaking, like a wall. My mother forces the door open with freakish strength.

She sees me and with a bloody smile forces the brain and heart near me. I try to scramble back, but I'm already against the door and wall. The heart and brain fall apart and squish unpleasantly one my face as my mother grinds it against me. I manage to stand up and run away past my unconscious dad and into the kitchen. One thought crosses my mind. "They all lost their sanity, so why cant I?" With that last thought, I broke into a large smile, then quickly pulled on my high top converse, not bothering to tie them, and run outside.

I make it to the street and slow to a walk. I pass under two street lights glowing orange until I feel a presence behind me. I turn around and see a glimpse of someone. Someone very tall. "Slenderman..." I whisper and nod in his direction. I hang a right on the road and I'm at the edge of the woods. Three people come up behind me. One is wearing a white bloodstained hoodie, and has a black blindfold with the eyes cut out. He also had a smile cut into his face. Next to him was a little girl in a pink dress, also wearing the same blindfold over her eyes. Another girl stood nest to the boy on his left wore a bright blue wig and red sparkly sunglasses.

"We're here to help." The girl in the wig said. This confused me. "Help? With what?" She laughed at this then marched me into the woods. We came to a clearing at the bottom of the hill. A small creek ran through here. The boy with the white hoodie and the mutilated smile grabbed a small wooden box out of the water and thrust it toward me. "Open it," he said. I did as I was told. Inside lay a small, purple/black ball. It felt hard and smooth, like a rock. "What do I do with this?" I asked them. They just stared at me, expressionless, aside from the girl in the blue wig. she was smirking.

I didn't know exactly what I should do, no I threw it on the ground and crushed it under my foot. With a bright burst of blue and purple, the little thing exploded and grew. It grew tall and wide, fanning out into a purple and black swirling circle. A portal if I had to guess. My eyes grew wide, and I glanced at the tiny group of people. I stepped inside, and as I threw a glance behind me, I saw Slenderman. His face was glowing purple with the light from the portal. The last thing I saw and heard before the dream ended was him nod to something behind me. I turned and saw a man with glowing yellow eyes and grey skin, and a man with a top hat a red hair. "Finally, you're back. We missed you." The man with yellow eyes said with a smile.

Dream end

When I woke up, I was hyperventilating and id seen a bright, almost blinding flash of purple outside my door, along with a white face with a smile cut into it. Jeff the Killer. He waved once, then ran. I got up to chase him, but as soon as I stood up black dots clouded my vision completely, along with a sharp ringing sound, and I collapsed back onto my bed.

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