Posted on: 2013-05-20 by MrsMassPanic

I can't remember exactly EVERYTHING, but what I remember is: It was Cry, a YouTuber, and he was yelling about how today's youth is full of retards. Suddenly, a TV decided to flip over and he caught it, then the scene changed. I was sitting with my "family." It wasn't really my family. Chandler from friends was my dad, an actress named Lena was our mother, PewDiePie was my brother, and I had a blonde friend with us. We were all terrified because we were on a trip and in an area where a killer had been reported, known for whipping people with a belt until they died. We went to my uncle's house and then we realized he was with us in there. We all freaked out and hid, but my friend and I decided to be brave dumbasses and tried to escape through the kitchen so we could go get help. The guy saw us, and we saw it was a teen. He advanced on me first, getting me on the ground immediately and started hitting me with the belt. I managed to keep him at a distance by kicking my legs out, but he was hitting my legs, which hurt LIKE A BITCH. I just kept screaming "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" and eventually he grew tired and turned, going to look for my friend who'd run off. She suddenly appeared at the stairs to the basement, where she held her hands out to the teen. He walked over to her and put her into his arms. "You'll be my...(I couldn't make out what was said here)" and she nodded, and they kissed. They down the stairs, then I realized she was distracting him so the rest of us were able to get out. I gathered up the others and we ran down the same stairs toward the front door, me bringing up the back. We suddenly heard yelling and screaming, and a voice too deep to be the girl's yelling "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" over and over again, and sounds of the belt connecting to skin. I choked back a sob and yelled to the others, "She won't make it- go!" and we ran out. We ran back to our house, locked all the doors, closed all the behind except two since they didn't work, and went to sleep. Except I didn't. My dream self kept hearing the screams and the yells. When morning rolled by, we all walked around the house quietly, putting things together so we could leave. Then we realized, the killer was in our house. They tried to pack quicker but I yelled, "JUST GO, LEAVE THE STUFF!" and everyone ran out of the house, piled into the truck, and we left. While we were driving, we were all freaking out, wondering if he was chasing us, if we actually did lose him, and then my dream mom, the actress, Lena, said "Should we get our license plates changed?" and I woke up. Sorry for the long text.