Weird dreams I've had

#7 Brutal Skype call

The title basically says it.  This contains trigger warnings, such as gore, people dying, angst, and me being really descriptive with my crap like always. I've really messed myself up with this one guys. Well, enjoy...I guess.
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It's late at night, around 9:00 PM if I had to guess. I'm in a Skype call with some online friends. I haven't known them for that long, (except for on who was the person who introduced me to the group) but it is a fault of mine that I get... attached to people quickly, especially if they are kind. So, we all have our cameras on, I'm sitting at my desk with my phone leaning against the wall so I can see my friends, (I'm not going to use names) and were all making jokes and laughing like usual. There was a noise, and I look to the left corner of the screen to see  Squippy's screen. (Nickname obviously)
He was staring at something behind his phone.  I remember  Connie (also a nickname I randomly chose because of a joke don't kill me if you are reading this fam) speaking up.

"Yo Squippy, are you alright?" She implored, her voice wasn't really shaken, but somehow I knew we were all worried.  There was no reply from him. I grew fearful, this didn't seem like a good situation. I was right by the way.  Squippy opened his mouth to say something, but there was a loud noise and he was cut off. The next thing we saw was him getting a white rag over his face, and he struggled for a minute, but then stopped. I remember Evan (also a nickname) speaking out. "What the heck?! If this is a prank it's not funny-" he sounded worried, and with every reason.  I couldn't bring myself to say anything, but the next thing that happened probably won't ever leave my memory. (:,) killmeplz)

Whoever the heck put the rag over his face, now lifted up his shirt and began slicing through the skin on his stomach.  We were all horrified.  The killer cut a huge hole in his stomach, and began taking out his organs with his bare hands and placing them in a cooler. I watched in shock as the organs got dumped into the cooler, the fresh blood still dripping from them. His body twitched a little bit, and then his camera shut off.

"Oh my lord... what the heck?!!" Connie sounded like she might puke. "I think it's a joke guys... he's probably just messing with us." One of my friends, Mikey said nonchalantly. (Nickname again) I remover my breathing increasing, not wanting to believe what I had just witnessed. I think Evan must have taken note of this, because I remember him talking to me. "Fishy, (my nickname)  breathe. I-I'm sure it's just a joke..." he sounded equally as terrified as I was, but being the amazing person he is was probably trying to calm me down. I was about to say something to him, when I saw the door behind him open and a fugue wearing dark cloths came slowly creeping behind him. I think Connie and Mikey must not have seen it, because they were still debating on if the obvious death of Squippy was a prank or now.

I desperately wanted to say something, to warn Evan, but I was petrified. I tried speaking, but I was being weak. I couldn't say anything. The figure was right behind Evan, and it held up a belt. It quickly put the belt around his neck, and began harshly strangling him. I remember Connie screaming; "EVAN!" She sounded scared out of her mind, one, it was probably sinking in that this wasn't a joke, two, I think her and Evan are good friends. I heard Mikey and Connie screaming incoherent things, but I wasn't paying attention to that. My gaze was locked on what was happening to Evan, and what was happening to him. He was struggling and kicking his feet as he clutched the belt around his neck with his hands.  Eventually he stopped struggling, and went limp as the killer dropped the belt and left his room. His camera shut off.

I could clearly hear Connie sobbing now, and Mikey was stuttering some things, trying to make sense of the situation. I was remaining quiet. "No, no, no," Connie repeated, and she was rocking back and forth, yet I could only see the below her face, I could tell she was crying and it broke my heart.  There was a loud crash, and I saw a pare of hands snatch Connie from her spot on the bathroom floor. (There is an explanation for why she was in the bathroom but I'm not going into it XD)

There was a shrill screaming, and Mikey and I heard sounds of chopping and a few more screams that grew dull. It went silent. "..i-is she-" Mikey started, but didn't finish as we heard soft whimpers, sounding like that of Connie. We heard a painfully slow sound of bones being crushed, and the whimpers from Connie grew frequent. The camera flipped around, and we saw her on the bathroom floor, with multiple stab and cut wounds in her abdomen and stomach area. "No... this can't b real.." Mikey implored, her voice shaking. Connie's camera cut off.

Now it was just me and Mikey. She had been my first friend, and the person to introduce me to the group. She looked at me, and my heart sank at the sadness that filled her eyes. "..I don't understand..." I said, my voice oddly calm, yet it felt like a storm was going on inside my head. Mikey was about to say something I think, but I saw something crawl up from the floor directly behind her, with a knife. I was determined I was somehow going to save her, and I was killing my self trying to think of what to do. The killer slit her throat without a second thought... her eyes went wide, and she started to choke my name, which made me have the feeling of daggers in my chest.
Instead of calling my name, she coughed up some blood and it got on the screen camera. I let the tears fall free from my face, in complete denial on what just happened. "M-Mikey?" I asked in a broken voice, in some hopes she'd reply, but I also kind of knew she wouldn't. Her camera shut off, and a bunch of weird symbols flashed my phone screen. 
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I woke myself up from the dream because I was sobbing; 😂👌 I was breathing heavily, and I immediately sat up in bed, got my phone, and was relived to see some messages from Spencer in our group chat.  I  sat in my bed for a good ten minutes, just getting my wits about me before texting the Squad. Anyways, I hope you dudes aren't messed up  head like me now. :) say goodbye to your childhoods kids, you ain't getting them back. PEACE!