Dracula was my Boss

Date: 7/15/2020

I was in an enormous, extravagant mansion that nearly resembled a castle just a bit smaller and more modern. The inside was larger than the outside. Inside there were large, candlelit corridors filled with pits of dinosaurs and large statues of things I can’t remember. I was a servant for the boss who, though we never called “Dracula” resembled him greatly and was also an immortal vampire. I had never seen him and only knew about him from various busts and paintings of him strewn about the halls. There were two other servants, an older man with glasses and a long beard and mustache, and a woman with curly blonde hair and dressed like Stevie Nicks. At one point I was cleaning an old desk which had a small statue of the boss, but only from the waist up. It was grotesque and though it was definitely him, it looked like it was made of melted wax and colored and his mouth seemed always wet with blood. The older servant met up with me and appeared scared. He started to help me clean when the statue started to move, the wax-like substance became nearly gelatinous and the figure lifted an arm to point at the older man, opening and closing it’s mouth repeatedly but producing no words. “He’s summoning me,” the older man said, nearly in tears and visibly shaking. I felt bad but wasn’t too concerned until the statue began pointing at me as well. “Shit,” I said, feeling terror and bile rising in my throat. I followed close behind the old man as he lead me to a part of the mansion I’d never been to. We finally ended up in a large room with a domed glass ceiling and plants everywhere. The blonde woman was there, dancing around a large art piece of twisted glass and metal. The boss was there as well, wearing a nice black suit and a dark cloak. “It’s her new work of art, but I think it’s shit.” He said in a low voice. She let out a whine and plopped onto a nearby sofa, pouting. “You wanted us?” The old man asked. He seemed calmer now. “Yes, I thought it’d be a good team building moment as well as some stress relief if I allowed all of you to attack me. I can’t die so you can do whatever you want to me for the next fifteen minutes.” There didn’t seem to be a single pause from my coworkers. They both sprang to his side, both holding two knives. They began to stab him repeatedly, blood spraying the room and turning it red. I couldn’t move, and began to inexplicably sob at the sight of them. They left his clothes in bloodied ribbons and had removed large chunks of his flesh, which fell to the floor with a disgusting “plop” sound. After the time was up we all exited the room, and building, out a side door to a beautiful forest and dirt road. They went down the path but I fell to my knees. The boss came to my side and placed an unscathed hand on my shoulder. “What’s wrong?” “I love you,” I blurted out. I looked at him to see that he looked perfectly normal and the same as he had before the attack, absent of all evidence that it had even happened. “I know,” he said. He knelt beside me and cradled my head against his shoulder and let me cry. Then I woke up.