Woke up screaming

Date: 5/4/2019

I was living in a new apartment; it was a very beautiful, expensive looking one. It had multiple hallways that lead to different bedrooms and had several bathrooms too. I was laughing at the fact that I had something like 3-4 bathrooms all to myself. I kept exploring the house, until eventually going to the back of the main hallway, into the master bedroom. There was a strange room that I kept returning to at the back that had a concrete floor. It was completely wet inside. I could hear water dripping. Bloop, bloop, bloop, very slow and rhythmically, like a sound effect in a horror movie. The floor had a large, rectangular hole at the center, just about big enough a person could climb in there comfortably. I put a headlamp on, and kept peering into the hole, trying to see what was down there. I was scared and kept looking back into the bedroom that was connected, going back and fourth trying to get the courage to look into the hole. I saw a wire connected from a spot near the hole to the ceiling. It was one of those large braided wires for holding things in place, like the type they had at the marina I used to work at that held the docks to concrete supports under the water. There was a toy sailboat lying next to where the wire was secured to the concrete. Upon looking in the hole as much as I could, I could see a second rectangular hole in a floor below. It was smaller and the “second floor” was only a few feet down. It seemed to be some kind of drainage hole for water, but why was it in my apartment? I left the room and got into bed. The dripping had stopped for a while, and it seemed fine. I may have gotten up to explore the rooms a bit more before returning to bed. Suddenly, the dripping sound returned. This time it didn’t sound like it was in that concrete room, because the entrance to the room seemed to be gone now. Instead the sound was coming from behind the headboard on my bed. For some reason, I had little concern for this. I looked through my phone a while, when I noticed something streak past me. I was startled, so I opened my phones camera. Lying back in bed, I held it up and looked at the screen. Hovering over me, right at the foot of my bed, someone was standing there. They wore tattered pajamas, the kind a little girl might wear with pink flowers all over it. Her skin was pale and greenish, and her face was blurry but distorted or mangled in some way. She appeared to have blood spattered across her body. I kicked around, panicking. I looked through the phone a second time and watched her streak by my bed at an unnatural speed. I was screaming by this point, I’m assuming out loud not just inside my dream. My screams had a strange sound to them; a tone I’ve never heard before. It was probably because usually if I scream it’s either intentionally, or just a quick scream from being startled or something. These were high pitched, screeching screams that repeated a lot, I’m guessing because I had to stop frequently to breathe. I had never heard myself scream like that, especially from a dream.