I was exhausted, ready to leave, I groan to myself wondering how long this party is going to last. It's past three in the morning and I just wish my parents would stop talking to their family friends. Yeah I know they don't always have the free time to have deep social moments like this but I'm just so burnt out socially and mentally that going home and into my bed, covering myself with my soft white blankets would honestly just feel like heaven. "Are you ready?!" I hear my dad call from the other room. Ecstatic like a full grown dog seeing their owner come home from work I galloped over to the front door ready to go. My parents send off their goodbyes to the mutually exhausted family friends and we head over to our giant white Nissan Armada. I climb to the back-back seat despite the absence of my two sisters. They've never been the party types despite how always excited they were to attend a party when we were younger. I just can't wait to go home but my already exhausted self is more than ready to take a quick nap while waiting for our car to arrive home. It's foggy, cars parked around us but no people. Mom and dad got out of the car to grab some quick coffee. Dirt ground, wood buildings, this looks like a campsite. We go up to the left side of the rectangular wood building but theres no lights. I open my eyes, we're still on the road home. I look out the window a little bit surprised to still see same houses from the neighborhood where the party was. How are we still in the neighborhood?? Must've been driving for at least ten minutes now. I close my eyes ready to wake up at home. It's dark, we walk inside and close the door on our way in. Empty chairs and tables all set up like a small café. My dad is frustrated, is there anybody here? is this a joke? My mom looks out the small glass windows confused back at the amount of cars outside but no person in sight. A small hallway to the right catches my eye and I make a small journey around the pond of two-seater tables. I hear a noise but I can't distinguish it's location. I turn around and see the door we entered through open, There's a woman with long black hair covering her face. My eyes open, I hastily look out the window to see only trees. We have to be close to home by now. I close my eyes once again. I'm on the floor slightly unconscious "You have to run! Wake up and get out of here!" I lift up my head and see the woman clothed in a pitch red stained white gown on top of my dad, he's holding her arms to stop her from attacking. I look over my mother in a pool of blood in the middle of the knocked over tables and chairs. I look back with my dad screaming in pain. Her tongue extended inhumanly and stabbed my dad in the chest, he lets out one heavy scream. I struggle to get up and make my way out of the emergency exit behind me. I open my eyes, I turn sharply to look out the window still only seeing trees. Why are we not home yet.. We should've been home by now. I look at my parents driving faster than before. I lay my head back on my arms comforted by the arm rest and close my eyes once again. I'm running. The woods are so thin each tree has to be at least twenty-feet apart. I make my way back to the dirt parking lot. Out of breath I cautiously try to find the white armada but there's too many cars for me to pinpoint which one. I walk around the nearby building and there I see it. The white car, I expense the only amount of breath I have into running towards the car and I safely make it. Panicking I open the car door and climb back into the back-back seat and lie down out of the window views. Tears falling down my face like hail, I try to collect my breath to make the move quickly before this entity finds me. I rise back up cautiously looking out behind me back at the wooden building we previously entered. The door is still wide open with no sign of it. I look to the front of the car and with her face still unseen she's there, In front of my face. I'm paralyzed with each tear carrying more weight than the last. No breath comes from her, no warmth she inches towards me. My eyes snap back open, I look outside windows on both sides in panic. Why are there still trees? How are we not home? How long has it been? As these questions race through my mind at the same speed as my heartbeat. The trees get thicker. Anxiety overwhelms me as the woods near in closer to the car. No hope ahead, no home ahead. The woods are suddenly clear and open yet a little bit foggy. I look out the front of the windshield, I see the cars and the wooden buildings and we park.
we had arrived at the campsite.
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A Dream Journal
Ficción General"Oh that was just a dream..." A phrase I find myself saying more often than needed. These tales that are crafted from every inch of your imagination is really something so beyond interesting. I've always read about what do these kinds of dreams mean...
