Creepypasta ramblings

Nightmares.

Dream
I was walking through a place, waiting for Ash. "When will she be here. She wanted to tell me something." I look around waiting for my friend to show. "Andrea." I turned and saw Ashley "Hey girl, what did you want to tell me?" she stared a little too long before she spoke again "Well I was digging around your house, when I found a little book dated way back. Like 1800's back." I gulped, scared to know if it was the diary that linked me to the hell I live. "It was written by a girl named Chelsy. And i want you to read this one little bit." she shoved the book in my face. I read and what I did shocked me. 'I'm sorry for this. I've intertwined three family lines with the creatures/murderers called Creepypastas. My own bloodline is now cursed to forever have one every three generations who shall become a killer with them. Then the Linelockers, well they've already died from the leader. Finally the Rollins Family. They got a special power, that will be passed down to a daughter, named Ashley. She has magic, that hides them. If she is killed, they will be revealed and killed off by human authorities for now I must go, i'm so sorry my children. Chelsy Lovelilly' I was shocked, i've read that before, somewhere. And maybe this is why the voices said she was special. "Andrea are you alright? I just thought you'd like to see this. Do you think you could be the third gen? And my grandmother's name was Ashley. So maybe this is 100% true." "I'm okay, but my parents never told me that, they just up and vanished. I found this out by rummaging through my attic. She must have been the only born as well, i've looked through and only ever saw one Lovelilly." My head was pounding. Pieces were put together, me and my best friend are related more or less in a bigger sense than blood, she held my life in her hands. Black came over my vision, until a light was lit. I tried not to scream, as I saw my best friend hanging from the ceiling, blood dripping to the floor.
End dream.
I sat up screaming like bloody murder. The door burst open and Ashley ran in. "What happened And, something bad?" I hugged her, crying. "Don't you ever die. At least not before you have kids or marry. Okay?" I sobbed. "Okay, now do you need some tea, and would you like for me to get Helen?" I nodded, and watched as she walked out of the room. I need a way to tell her, so I need to find that book.