Trust (creepy)

Date: 7/31/2019

Family acquaintances invite my family to their home. It’s this mansion on a large, secluded property. Weird shit starts happening and I get suspicious. I want to leave. I explain to my parents that this guy is sketchy. My dad wants to impress/befriend this guy, so he waves me off. My mom doesn’t want to offend anybody: “We are guests.” My sister just thinks I’m being paranoid. I try to escape, but they catch me in the forest on the mansion grounds. My whole family ends up getting captured and killed. Then I’m back at the beginning, but I know what’s going to happen. Everything is slightly changed. Butterfly effect? We’re at my house, but planning to go visit the mansion. I beg my parents not to trust these people. “They’re going to kill us!” They think I’m crazy. I beg my parents not to reveal my suspicions. I want the people to believe I trust them. I realize I can’t convince my family or change the past. So pack a bag and I’m about to leave out my window. I look in the mirror on my door. I look like a flapper/hippie, with my hair short and falling over my face in long swoops. I’m wearing a loose fitting long-sleeve white shirt. I’m putting on white sneakers when my sister knocks on the door. “You have a visitor,” she says. It’s the guy’s son. “Don’t let him in,” I plead. “You’re being ridiculous, he’s your friend. I don’t care what fight you guys had, you need to talk it out...” She forces open the door while I try to hold it closed. The son walks in, sees my packed bag and asks me where I’m going. I tell him I’m visiting a friend for a night. “That’s an awfully big bag for one night...” he says, then stabs me with a hypodermic needle. I partially fight him off, then stumble to the kitchen. I cling to my mom. “He drugged me,” I whisper, then collapse on the floor. I wake up. It’s time for work.