Lucy

The beginning

I've always have had very vivid nightmares, Even as a child I would have nightmares.
    My name is Lucy and I'm a 19 year old collage student, I grew up in Romania with my mom and 5 siblings. I moved to New York for school, I'm majoring in psychology.
My dreams I have are extremely vivid and just mentally draining for me. The other night I have had a dream;
I woke up completely paralyzed. I couldn't move a muscle I could only move my eyes around. Suddenly l realize what was happening I try to calm myself, I was breathing heavily and tried to calm my breathing as it was all I could hear. The world around me was silent, still. I realized that breathing I was hearing so loudly wasn't coming from me, so I held my breath and the heavy breathing continued.  I started to freak out, who was it..or what was it. I look at the corners of my eyes and see a dark figure next to me, my room was pitch black but the thing next to me was..darker. I started to feel extremely cold. My body began to shiver and get goosebumps all over. I felt my bed moving as if someone was laying next to me. Then suddenly I hear a very sharp high pitch scratching sound, I was so filled with shear terror I broke out in a sticky sweat. I hear the scratching string closer but can't pin out where it's coming from. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and tried to get myself out of it. Everything went silent and I wasn't cold anymore, I opened my eyes and see at least 8 or more hooded figures surrounding me almost as tall as the  whole room looming over me. They all start chanting something to me but i simply can't understand them. I shut my eyes and then I wake up drenched in my own sweat, blankets on the floor breathing heavily. I shoot up out of my bed and turn on my lights. "It was just a dream, your okay it's just bad dreams" I tell myself. I then get up and go to the bathroom to splash my face with cold water and  see from the corners of my eyes 3 deep long gashes in the walls on my door. I  freeze in fear and mediately call my friend Gwen and ask if I can come over. Still slightly asleep she says yes, so I quickly pack a bag and walk to the subway station. I don't drive and she lives a couple of blocks away walking distance but New York  isn't the most safe place at night.