Dream Journal

The haunted house

If you are sensitive too blood, gore, or just anything scary then please read with caution.

I was in this house with a bunch of people. All of us fighting for our lives. You see, we were being chased by a bunch of masked maniac's, each butchering us one by one. I dashed through the halls with my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I had blood streaming down my face but I wouldn't give up. I had no idea how I got there and the other people didn't either. But then I turned the corner and there was a guy hovering over a mangled body with a giant bloodied chainsaw. I tried to quietly back away but he turned around. A giant smile crept it's way on his terrifying face and he soon began chasing me. I ran and ran and ran but he was just too fast. My head soon came clean off. Blood splattered everywhere as my head fell to the ground soaking my hair in blood. At my funeral, everyone danced around my coffin with joyful music playing in the background. They were all pretty excited that I died. Not a single one had at least a hint of sadness within them from my death.