Elementary School Urban Ghost Story

Date: 1/7/2020

*background story before the actual dream* There were a group of seven middle school girls, they we’re the meanest most evil girls in the entire school district ever. They were known throughout other schools for humiliating other girls, manipulating teachers to make them do what ever they wanted, bullying elementary school kids, stealing, blackmailing, etc. They’d even murder other girls when they had something the leader of the group wanted and the murders would always somehow end up a mystery. The six of the girls blindly followed their leader. One day there was a school shooting at their school. The only ones who died were the girls. After the girls were buried, some who’s lives had been ruined by the girls still sought revenge and dug into all seven of the girls graves. They took their bones and belongings and scattered them throughout the city. The leaders’ bones and belongings were stuffed into a wall of an elementary school classroom. As time went on an urban ghost story formed about the dead girls. It was said if all seven of the girls bones were gathered together where the leader’s bones reside, the girls spirits would revive and devour all of the young children in the city. My dream takes place in the moment of when a group of kids and I are finding the sixth set of bones and are on our way along with six different groups to the elementary to find the last bones. *the actual dream* I was in a preschool with a small group of people. Eerie-ness creeped into the atmosphere along with the underlying sense that certain evil was close at hand. At a small desk two people were examining, a drawing began to appear on the desk. The sketch was a premonition that a boy from a long time ago drew pertaining to what was going to happen soon that present day. The sketch was of a black and fire ember orange mummy looking monster (similar to the physique of slender man) with six tentacles, sharp teeth and glowing red eyes. When an older woman of our group looked and saw the drawing, she became frantic and accused and questioned one of the people at the table for drawing the sketch. She remembered it first hand from the time she was in school with the little boy who had drawn it and it remained in her mind throughout the years. The drawing then transferred to the white board for all to see. When everyone in the group had seen the picture, doom plummeted to the the bottom of their stomachs that the certainty of the fact that the path they were on would lead to certain casualties. Myself and two other people began to pray in tongues in the dream. I felt real dread and anxiety at this point. We decided to carry on with our journey and set out to find the sixth set of bones and belongings. We arrive in a forest like area. Hidden behind trees was an old locker left out as junk. We open the compartment and found a box of bones and a old flip phone with a cracked screen. Then all of a sudden music started playing. I came to realize that the song that was playing was the sixth girl’s favorite song before she died. The song meant to be a signal to the other bones that they would be revived soon. This was something we did not know at the time. Then appeared in front of me a wooden token of some kind and on the locker a slot to put the token in. The slot and the token was a mercy option for one to take when the massacre would occur. The slot would take you a place that you wouldn’t be found be the girls but for some odd reason the slot already had a token in it and it could not be accessed. We then arrive to our final destination, the elementary school. At the school all six of the groups accumulated and waited for the seventh group to find the seventh box of bones and belongings. Then group broke into a wall and pulled out the box. When the opened the box they found a face that was severed from the forehead to the chin as well as a whistle. When they saw the face one began to scream in terror but not because of the face but because of what she felt was being released from the box. She begged the one of her team members who had the whistle to not blow it. The team member pulled away from her and said, “We’re already here might as well just finish it” and blew the whistle. What came out of the whistle was not a tweet, but a loud thundering “dong” then the seventh girl’s favorite song played after. Once again a wooden token appeared before me and a slot on the wall of the building but once more, the slot was already filled. Someone had been here before me. Then all of the boxes flew from the hands of the people and gathers around the seventh box. Up emerges the leader of the group of girls. The spirits of the other six transferred to large semi trucks, trees, and other long things to act as tentacles. The seventh girl announces, “ We are hungry and we must be replenished. You are all going to die whether you want to or not.” All the kids then began to scatter. Tentacles began lifting people up and devouring them. I made my get away as well while I stared at the girl to make sure she didn’t spot me as I ran but she looked dead at me. Some other girls and I run to the side of the school where over the fence is a sewage drain. We jump down the drain and hop over another fence in to people’s backyards. A tentacle like thing started gaining on us and eventually caught up. All of a sudden my body (in real life) was starting to get hot. My body got so hot that I woke up from the dream.