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Chapter 2: Wildest Dreams

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I woke up in a boiler room. I'm covered in sweat and I'm starting to feel like I'm losing air because of how hot it is.

I got up and started walking around, looking for an exit. taking lefts, rights. going upstairs, downstairs. I found no sign of an exit.

As I walked some more I had a feeling that I was being followed. Instead of turning around I started running, hearing huge footsteps behind me making me run even faster.

Once I didn't hear them anymore I stopped running due to the lack of air I had.

I leaned on a rusted railing, panting. The feeling of being followed didn't go away, and now I feel like I'm also being watched.

I made a move and swiftly looked behind me. nothing was there. I turned back around to see a burnt man with butter knives as fingers, grinning creepily at me.

I screamed and started running again, hearing his footsteps going from getting louder to getting quieter.

I came across a bunch of lockers. i stood there completing if i should get in one or not, until finally deciding to just get in one.

I got in the locker and it was deeper inside than a locker should be. I backed up until I hit the back of the locker.

I heard the knives sliding across the rails making an annoying screeching sound.

I sucked in my breath and put my hand over my mouth. it got quiet. too quiet.

I peeped out the three holes on the locker door and nothing was there. no sign of anyone.

trusting my instinct i stayed in the locker.

It was a few more seconds before that thing jumped down in front of the locker I was in and yanked the locker door open.

"Found ya!" it said before it lifted up it's hand and dragged me out by my shirt, throwing me on the ground.

it lifted its arm like it was about to slash me into millions of shreds. but before it could slash me i kicked him where it hurts and made a run for it.

"ok. let's think. horror movies. stuck in a dream where you're being chased by a burned up monster with butter knives as fingers. ok.'' I said to myself.

I heard tapping. "I see you!" it laughed.

"cmon Y/n think!..." I banged my head with my fist repeatedly. "Nightmare on Elm Street! of course. damn, i'm dumb."

I looked over to my right and saw that i'm in the same spot Nancy was. Y'know the scene where she fell asleep in class and ended up in the boiler room?

I didn't hesitate. I quickly put my arm on the burning pipe and screamed in agony.

I jolted awake, shouting profanity and holding my arm. I looked around my room, it's still midnight. I looked around my room and my eyes landed on a human shaped figure.

I sat there and stared at it, I could only assume it stared back.

I slowly got out of my bed but the figure didn't move. So I took that as my chance. I ran towards the door and bolted down the hallway.

I opened every door I saw, in results they'd be a closet, bathroom, or an empty bedroom.

I opened another door and was a bit relieved to see Jessi sleeping soundly.

I ran over to her bed and began shaking her, but she wouldn't move.

When she wouldn't move I went with the only option left. "Wake up!" I shouted in her ear.

She jumped up and quickly looked my way. "Are you crazy?" she shouted.

"maybe. Maybe I am. i just had a dream where a burnt man was chasing me around a boiler room trying to murder me. Then, when I woke up shouting in pain after I had to literally burn myself to get out of that dream, there was a tall human figure standing in my room. I don't know about you but I'd think someone is trying to kill me." I whisper-shouted.

She stared at me with wide eyes. but not the 'omg i can't believe that happened' kind, but the 'i thought i told them not to do that' kind.

"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?" I finally shouted, causing her to jump a little.

"jeez, umm. woah. y'know it's pretty late, we should go back to bed." She tried to change the subject, but I wasn't going to let her do that. I need answers, and now.

She tried going back to bed, pulling her covers over her head in the process. I yanked it off and threw it on the floor.

"get up and tell me what you're hiding. now.'' I said through gritted teeth.

"fine." she said getting up, dragging me to her couch area.

We sat down in silence.

"so?"

"huh?"

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on or not!"

"Right, right, my bad." She cleared her throat. "so a long, long time ago, a-"

"Look, stop with the BS, ok. Tell me what's going on." I grew angrier by the second.

"fine. we're living with a few other guests. if you were to read the letter like you were told to, you would have known that." she said with crossed arms.

"ok, so why was one of them in my room? and i've never had a dream like that, ever. so, why now?" I asked.

"Look, everything will make more sense tomorrow. be up by 7. breakfast is served at 8. just, let me go to sleep.'' She walked back to her bed.

"You must be out of your mind if you think I'm going back in that room." that made her turn around.

"fine. sleep on my couch. goodnight."

if sleeping in here is what's gonna keep me safe, then so be it. i layed down and grabbed the covers that were sitting at the top of the couch and tried falling asleep.

Guess I'll wait and see what tomorrow holds.