Jan 05, 2010 03:43
Oooh, I just had this really scary dream, like, ten minutes ago. Let me tell you! ;~;
I'm in a mansion with a lot of other people, and I vaguely see someone dump a dead body wrapped in a carpet down the incinerator, which will be turned on later this afternoon. Then scene change to everyone running up the stairs to the bottom of the incinerator, and someone takes out the body. It's an old man, and he's pale, disgusting, and all blotchy, with skin peeling. Like, you know when you see an orange peel on the sidewalk and it turns the color of skin, and you know it's all soggy and disgusting and stuff? Well, it was like that, but paler. A lot paler.
Anyway, now we know the killer is among us. He's somewhere, he's someone, and we all start suspecting one another. But, nonetheless, we all agree to get the old magician and put him in the incinerator. We strip him and put him in the bottom, and then take him out with his hands chopped off. It's like it's a ritual for death.
We talk to him, and ask if it's alright to kill him. He tells us it's alright; he's lived long enough, there's nothing for him to do anymore.
It's at this time I walk away and head into another room adjacent to the one with the incinerator. There's a man outside the door, standing in the hallway who was looking inside the room with the incinerator. As I pass him and head into the adjacent room, and after I switch on the lights, he gets scared and comes in with me, saying, "Hey, if you're going to turn on those lights and turn off these I'm heading in with you." I have nothing against it, so I let him in with me.
I stand by the door, holding it close, as well as the weird jack-and-jill style folding closet door, where, when opened, I can see through to the other side. I'm holding the door closed so no one comes in, but the room opens up to the grand hall.
We start hearing some weird sounds coming from around the corner, they're like tapping, or a rattling, the kind you hear from the heat vent. I say to the man across the room from me, who was now laying on some old mattresses with old, dirty blankets, "Go see what that is!"
He looks at me strangely, almost like an upset desperate man. "Why don't you?" he retorts.
"Okay, either you come here and hold these doors and I go, or you go and see what that sound is," I reply matter-of-factly, and he dejectedly trots off.
Soon after I send him off, the sound stops happening, and I hear a thud. I look through the closet to see if I can see him, but instead I see another man inside the closet, peeking through the other door on the opposite side. I hear another thud, and the guy inside the closet shuts the closet door on his side, and then there's sound of a struggle for a few seconds, and it sounds+looks like there was a struggle against his closet door. He suddenly whips his head around to see me, and I pretend to look somewhere else, but he's still CLEARLY in my line of vision.
For a short while we stay like this, hearing people outside in the hallway still talking about the old magician's death, as well as the first guy's. And then suddenly he shouts out, "Hey! Hey! What are you doing?"
I pretend to pay him notice, and open my closet door. Just then his is opened and the first guy's body is thrown on top of him. His right eye looks like it was carved out - not gouged out, carved out. CARVED!! Just terrible D:
That's when I woke up, pretty much. Scary, isn't it? (:
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