Dripping- A horror POV

Part 5

To your abject horror, you see your roommate's body hung over the doorframe like some sick, twisted decoration. Their face looking down at you with a pale, glazed look. By the door entrance, painted in blood, is the message 'Wake up' with one of your bloody footprints in it. The dripping was blood falling from their body.
A dry, hoarse laugh rings through your ears.
Everything seems to slow as you see a long, blood-stained blade pierce through your chest. You see the pool of blood forming at your feet and you feel the immense pain searing through your every fibre. The world goes black.

You wake up. Immediately you bolt upright, feeling your chest where the knife had been, cold beads of sweat rolling down your face. That hadn't happened, had it? Your heart pounds in your ears, obscuring any background noise. You glance at the clock. It's 1:14AM. You remind yourself that it was just a dream, and lay back down, trying to force the image of your dead roommate out of your mind. Then you hear it.
The dripping.
The end.