It stormed so our power was out. It was late and dark in my basement room. Somehow weapons were in my room. Last time I knew these were in the garage. I lit some old candles for light. I got a text from my friend asking if I was up... I didn't respond. Then I heard my freaking door creak open and seen a clown eye peeking threw.. I quivered and didn't know what to do. He came in and it shocked me with fear. He swung a knife....
I woke up from that crazy dream and heard a sound outside...
....I went to the garage...
....the knife peirced my neck...
....My friend texted me one last time...
...."Bye"...
