Corpses in the port-a-potties

Date: 9/7/2019

Im invited to a houseparty. I believe Tom P is running it. No fucking clue why he involves me but ok. Im gonna force jenn to go with me. We show up. Its sorta lame and quiet so far, only like 5 people in a log cabin-y looking living room. Jenn is in a massive, super long black ballgown. I immediately ask Tom if theres alcohol and drink something random on the table thats fizzing. He says no, but "whatever that stuff is, it sometimes bubbles or turns off in a cycle and we arent sure what it does". im starting to feel,,,kinda high. I panic and bring jenn outside with me. Shes all smiles, telling me to chill. We're on a hill. I look at her up against the moonlight and her massive dress spills down the hill. The moon is so massive it covers her entire body in the distance. She tells me not to puke cuz itll make me even higher. I start to calm down and we start walking back towards the house. Im apparently on a mission to find Melissa, my ex, because i want to apologize to her for something. Back in the house, i look up in the living room and theres a small crawlspace area covered by a vent up above, near the ceiling. I wander into the kitchen. Not many people but its growing. I peek into a glass door and a little spanish man in a green suit looks at me and laughs. We sorta fuck around at the door a bit. This is where it gets fucked up. I ask someone random to help me find Melissa. Idk where jenn went. They said k. They wander over to some port a potties outside with me. I think there are like, 4 ish? There are some people doing stuff on the ground next to me. I guess we're opening port a potties that are open/unlocked for some reason? Anyway, the dude im with accidentally knocks on one. And a small girl voice comes out and says something along the lines of "um...hello?" i say something like "oh hi" and we have a short conversation. She never leaves the port a potty. I open another door to see someone completely passed out on the toilet, like comatose. The guy im with laughs it off like its nothing, like the girl is just drunk. But her eyes are open and glassy and she has a single line of blood flowing down her nose. And then, the dude im with opens the last door on the left. And gasps. And i rapidly ask "what is it whats wrong im scared to look". And then i do look. And on the toilet is the mangled dead body of what looks to be a girl. There are no eyes, or even much of a nose. Her head has been caved in, down to her mouth, and her teeth are exposed. Her entire skull is crumpled inwards, like God popped his thumb into her head and tried to flatten her into a halfmoon. Her top half of her head was ripped off, exposing the inside of her head (teeth, tongue, etc) if you looked in the back. In the back she was just crumpled. And smiling. Her mouth was cut into a smile. And she was slumped over on that toilet holding her phone, which had rapid messages on it that the guy i was with was reading. In my mind, an image of the crawlspace in the living room flashed, with the dead girls same crescent-moon smile in her death plastered on top of it. I couldn't even react before it scared me so bad i woke up dude. What the fuck.