It started off with me and a few other people walking along a country road, we discovered a drain, partially open. Next to it, a large yellow switch lay. We opened the drain and seen it was filled with water, yet there was light coming from under it. I pressed the large yellow button and slowly, the water drained. It took what I estimate to be five minutes ( Dream time is weird ) to empty. We then went down. Inside was a perfect room. Carpets, chairs, lights, just like a waiting room. Walking into it, it felt cold. I walked out into the corridor and walked along it, with the others.
This place was empty and massive. A huge underground complex. It seemed to resemble parts of my college, school, houses I used to live in and places I've been too. The drain lid sealed behind us and after trying to re-open it, we found we couldn't. So, without knowing how, I thought the store room, at the very bottom of the complex would hold the button to open it. We wandered around the area and it just felt weird. Like it was wrong. Genuinely wrong. We made our way to what seemed to be a dining hall ( Familiar to my School, but much larger ) and walking through it, kind of reminded me of the Langoliers film. ( Google it ) It was empty, yet there were cups, plates and stuff just there, like it had only just been put out. We kept going and that's when the first thing happened.
One of the people with us, a boy, roughly sixteen or seventeen seen someone. Someone he knew. ( Details are hazy on this, There are a few things I can't remember. ) He walked to her and I instantly got this cold feeling, this feeling of dread. The group called to him, the smaller child even tried to move forwards but got pushed back. The boy disappeared around a corner. The other people, decided to continue on. So we went out into another corridor, this looked like a school hallway, lockers, classrooms branching off, the whole lot. Yet it was silent. The kind of silence that comes unnaturally. We crept through it and again, a boy in our group saw someone he knew, one of his parents. He walked towards the parent and again, I felt this spine tingling sensation that it was wrong. Just pure wrong. The boy got close this time and we watched. The parent made the most unnatural movement with it's jaw, like it was broken, it opened so far and the eye sockets turned the deepest black. Then it bit him. We screamed. I felt my actual body scream. We ran and Me and a girl ran through a back door, whilst the little kid got split.
I remember the girls name, Hazel. Brunette hair, hazel brown Eye's and a somewhat sharp, yet pretty face and slightly tanned. ( The memory of her is so vivid I can actually picture her from memory ) We crept along the corridors, peering through the classroom windows and something followed us. This feeling. - Going off-topic, Y'know when you genuinely feel sick, like something is so wrong you just want to run, hide and get away. Every instinct in your body is yelling, screaming at you that somethings wrong, well that's what I felt like. - Every window the girl looked in she panicked, frightened that she would see something she knew. I was the same. We heard a scream from above, several floors. A shrill, cold piercing scream and I honestly nearly froze up. We made it through the hallways and found the "storage room" door.
I was hesitant to touch it, I just wanted to wake up because for the first in my life ( Dream life? ) I was truly scared, as in terrified. We opened it and went inside. It was an open room. Yet filled with the kind of railings and stairways you'd see in an engine room or an oil rig. With doors and other junctions disappearing off. As we walked down, the girl screamed and I saw it, this black shadow was on the walkway opposite us and it looked at her. It screamed, like a Banshee, it went straight through us. Looking down, we saw the button. A big red button that would open the hatch. So we ran. We raced along the walkways and with the shadow in chase got to the button, we pressed it together and it rang. Like a lunch bell, except louder, much louder. Then I saw mine. ( I'm not saying what it is because even thinking about it makes my hairs stand on end. ) I fucking ran. Faster than ever. Holding the Girls hand, we sprinted up the walkways, locking the doors behind us.
Upon exiting the storage room, we saw the little girl. Someone, her gran I think was chewing on her. Bowed over her neck. The door behind us banged and we ran, through a sports hall. exited it and made our way to the exit. ( How I knew where it was, I don't know ) We got to the last part and found the exit room, drain now open. I turned to push the girl in-front to go up first and there, face to face with me was mine. I screamed, squared away a punch ( Not out of bravdo or courage, but out of mind numbing fear ) and heard the girl ( Hazel ) scream. I ran, jumped up the ladder and kicked the drain on top. It span and locked.
And that's when I woke up.
I was sweating, I was cold and my heart rate was sky high. I switched the lights on and stuck my laptop and xbox on, for something to do and stayed up the rest of the night.
What's scared the shit out of me more than anything was last night, I went back. I knew what happened last time, I remembered the people what they looked like and what happened. then one of the people in my group ( again, five or six people ) pressed the yellow button. I couldn't go down. I sat up on the country road and watched as the drain slid shut and locked. I sat there for the whole dream. I have no idea how long I sat there for ( it felt real again, I was sitting on a lonely country road for what seemed like eight hours ) but the drain didn't open. And I woke up sometime after.
Now, I'm not sure if it's stupid of me, but I don't want to go back to sleep tonight because I can not tell you how "wrong" that dream felt and just how much I'm actually scared of "mine".
