Murdered

Date: 11/15/2016

The dream itself started off as good. It was me and my family going away for vacation, like we had done many many times, and started packing the car full of things we would need. The day itself was perfect. We all joked in the car, stopped at gas stations, and played cheesy road games until nightfall. When the moon began to show itself we pulled over at a place to eat. The car I was in, which consisted of my aunt, my three year old cousin, and my aunts friend, left early and began driving. We soon got lost and turned into a trailer park type place. Except it looked like everyone was doing drugs, all stringed out looking at each other. My aunts friend K began to worry, which in return stressed me out too. All of a sudden people were hitting the car with baseball bats. The sound of the strikes scared my little cousin B and she started to cry. I panicked. They were hitting the car so hard now that it was leaving dents in the metal, and I knew if they hit the windshield or windows, it'd break. I yelled at K to get us out of here, to drive fast and not worry if she hits anyone. The road we were on came to an end, with a fence and a deadlock. I screamed at her to break it and get us out of here, B was crying to loud, and my heart was beating to fast for me to care. Once she did everything calmed down, we reunited with the rest of the family and carried on. Everything was okay. We had to stop for some reason and needed somewhere to go, with no houses in sight except for an old one, we swallowed our pride and we went to introduce ourselves to the old woman who lived there. She introduced us to her husband and they all decided that we would stay the night and have dinner with them. J and I didn't eat that night. Both of us were to weary of it all and had a strange feeling. L started to get sick. That's when two others came in. They began grabbing us and J and I started to fight back. A blond woman had grabbed me and was trying to push me down onto a table, instead a grabbed a fork and pushed it through her throat. She screamed and continued to fight me. J was down and everyone else was bleeding out on the old wooden floor. I was alone. Everyone else was gone. Dead. And soon, I would be too.