The dream

Melanie was looking out of the car window, she looked sick
"Are you okay? You look awful" I asked
" Yeah, I'm just"-"stresses" I guessed.
She shook her head. Melanie often stressed about trips like this.
"It's okay you should be excited, we haven't been camping in forever."
" I know it's just that the woods are scary" She replied then went back to staring out the window.
When we arrived we quickly set up the camp, the air smelled like pine needles and sweet tree sap.
" we're going to go look around" Melanie and I told mom.
"Okay but be careful" She replied
We trudged through the overgrown trees.
I looked over at Melanie who had turned pale.
"What's wrong" I asked her.
She pointed behind me, I turned around and looked at what she discovered. It was an old abandoned church and graveyard.
"Cool, lets go check it out" I said
" I don't want to,it looks scary" She looked up.
" Besides it looks like it might rain."
I looked and saw the rolling black clouds covering the blue sky.
When we returned to the camp site mom asked " did you guys find anything" she said while she threaded a hotdog on a stick to roast it. We told her what we found. Mom' s eyes darkened " I found that place when I was a girl promise me you'll never go there again."
" But" we tried to argue "PROMISE" Her tone left no room for arguing.
We were silent while we ate, the smell of roasted marshmallows and hotdogs filled the air. Finally I broke the silence
" why can't we go into the old graveyard?" I exclaimed
Mom froze, she looked into the woods with a terrified gaze as if a monster lurked in there ready to pounce. " when I was a girl I found the place and when I walked in the graveyard it was like all the spirits and ghost from that place were watching me then hand started shooting about the ground when I ran into the old church it was like there's a mirror there and when I looked and I didn't even see my reflection just a grinning skull"
Mom looked terrified at the memory.
" Let's just go to bed" I said
" Yeah" Mom agreed
In my dream I was in the old graveyard the moans of the dead echoed through the dark forest as they clawed their way out of their caskets. An evil cackle filled my ears as I ran into the old church. There I found an old hag creeping towards me. I backed away but she lunged at me grabbing my neck. I strained against her but her grip was like steel.
Then I woke. My hands flew to my neck as I choked and gaged. I unzipped my tent window and peered outside. The sky was a hazy grey