Victorian Dystopia

Date: 4/6/2018

I was staying with several younger girls who I had never met before. The man that was in charge of watching us was much about 60 years old and he seemed very nice. He had slicked graying hair and a short white beard on his face. He reminded me of my great uncle. The whole event was a bunch of confusion, but I shared a bunk with an older teenager who explained that we had to stay in the house to keep safe. The house was a Victorian style two-story with peeling white paint and weeds growing around the wraparound porch. I remember exiting once with some of the other girls and they were shot in front of me. I had no idea where the bullets came from, just hearing the piercing of bullets through their torsos and looking beside me and seeing their blank faces. They all wore the same long white nightgowns with the sleeves. I ran and ran and didn’t stop running until I made it into the house. All the girls turned towards me and I ran to the older man. I sat in his lap and he held me, telling me that they had died. For some reason, he already knew and nobody else said anything. The lack of speech they all had was very disturbing. The whole thing was very gloomy and dark and it freaked me out.