I was like "Sidney" in the Scream movies. I didn't get calls from the
killer, but I knew there was something wrong. I was in my house, in my
room
in the basement. I open my door and start to walk down the hall so I
can go
upstairs, when I suddenly feel very frightened like someone is down
there
with me. I'm so scared that I run as fast as I can down the hall, up
the
stairs and into the living room. Once I get there everything is okay
again.
This happens about three more times. On the third time I end up running
out
the front door of my house.
Once I get outside, (I was the only one
home
before this time.) my younger brother sticks his head outside and asks
me
what's wrong. I am standing in the front yard, staring at my house in
complete horror because I think someone is trying to kill me. I am
shaking,
almost crying and I scream really loud and run down the road for about
half
a block before I stop. I'm doing this just as my neighbor, Evan, of
course,
pulls up to the house next door on a motorcycle. (Why a motorcycle - no
idea!) He runs down the street after me to see what's wrong. I'm
standing
with my back to him shaking really bad and still almost crying. He
grabs me
by the shoulders, turning me around, and asks what's wrong. I stand
there
ready to collapse mumbling, "Someone's trying to kill me." over and
over. He
looks at me with this frightened and worried look on his face and says,
"No.
No one's trying to kill." I look at him (I'm sure I looked completely
psychotic.) and say, "No! Someone's in my house! Someone's trying to
kill
me!" By this point I'm crying but I don't notice it. He just stares
into my
eyes and says, "No. It's okay now, everything's okay. You're safe now."
(and
so on.) He still has his hands on my shoulders and he pulls me to him
and
hugs me. I put my arms around him and hug him back, while crying into
his
shoulder and shaking while he tries to calm me down.
~ and dang it- then I woke up
