Vampires!!!

Date: 8/29/2016

The house was huge and airy, filled with sunlight and not the least bit frightening. It was supposed to be a game of hide and seek, but immediately there was something sinister about it. And it wasn't long before I found out why. In the dream I had several sisters - I'd say there were about five of us in total. I was the only one who was aware that this was more than a game of hide and seek, and so when we all piled into the creaky, rumbling elevator, made of a deep brown and rotting wood, I took charge. The older sisters I placed on the bottom floors of the house - there was a floor for each sister. The first couple scrambled out giggling and ran noisily along the tastefully-furnished corridors to find their hiding places. After the first two floors, the house suddenly got darker and the mood got yet more sinister. There was a younger sister of about five or six who was desperately clutching onto a doll. The doll's body was fabric and the head plastic. Occasionally, as we were all by this time crouching on tthe floor of the elevator, the doll would slip from her hands and get stuck in the crack between the elevator floor and the side of the shaft. There was something about it though that seemed purposeful, as if the doll were trying to escape. I dropped the little sister on the next floor and watched her run down the darkened corridor, no furniture to speak of now. The doll was still clutched in her right hand. The final sister was weeping as I dropped her on the next floor. There wasn't much to see there - a small square room with a corridor leading off around the corner somewhere. The whole place was grey and filled with cobwebs. The sister made it to the corner of the corridor and collapsed, sobbing quietly. "Stay there." I said. "I'm going up." The elevator door rumbled closed and I turned on my knees to face the door on the opposite side. I became aware of something under the fingers of my right hand and looked down to discover the doll. Although confused as to how it ended up on my person, I clutched its hand in mine and, even as the door in front of me edged open, I took off running down the corridor. I came to a large attic room, again filled with sunlight and warmth. In it sat my college English class, arranged at those old fashioned desks right out of Victorian times. At the head of the classroom stood the teacher, Heather, wearing her signature bun and a pretentious beige scarf around her shoulders. "Good evening, Sarah." She greeted me, her not so subtle hint that I was late. "Take a seat." It was at this point that all the hairs on my body stood up in fear and I knew that whatever it was was coming. I shook my head and said something about needing to go. Heather was having none of it, arguing with me and eventually coming over to firmly take hold of my arm with the intention of guiding me to my seat. As we exchanged words, I heard it. The sound of footsteps, heavy and frenzied, coming down the corridor. I panicked, throwing Heather's hands away from me and bolting back the way I had come. I could hear it behind me, breathing hard and ragged. I slammed into a familiar room and shut the door, danger temporarily avoided. It was my room in my Mother's house, though slightly emptier - it contained only my old wardrobe and my bed, made up with the blue comforters. My mother was standing right beside me and my father was in the opposite doorway. The carpet was blue, as it should be, but the walls were green and yellow, the way they were when I was a child. My parents were dressed up like they do when they go for a night out. Before I could warn them, a vampire, gorgeously terrifying, came bursting through the wall on my right. It was so, so pale, with a bald white head and watery blue eyes - just blue, all the way around. It was naked, and its claws raked at my skin. I started to push it away, feeling its teeth catch on the skin of my neck. Screaming now, my parents looking on just as the students in the classroom had looked on, dead-eyed and staring, I managed to push the vampire hard enough that it stumbled away, and then I was running again. I ran right past my dad in the doorway. He didn't even turn to watch me go. The vampire was gone again - you know the way you can sense these things in dreams - and I made my way out of the house. Beside it was a canal, looking gorgeous as the sun sank behind it. On the left bank was Heather again, and as I watched her she pointed across the water. I followed the direction of her finger and saw Dean, standing on the opposite bank. My heart leapt and I started to jog over the bridge seperating us, turning it into a sprint as I headed toward him. I got close enough to touch him and held out my arms, running into him and nearly tipping him over. He held me for a brief second before pulling me back as if to check I was alright. Then Dean's teeth grew to an alarming size, his face morphing into that of the vampire, and he bit me, a gloriously painful experience that had me sinking to the ground. The last thing I remember is this terrible, wonderful pain, and Dean's hands - the vampire's hands - running up my hips, claws gently scratching.