Posted on: 2015-05-10 by Guest

I've had this reoccuring dream... My boyfriend, some random guy, and i were kidnapped through a door connected to my home. It was considered the only door that did not open in our "home". The people who took us were one man and two women they tied us up in different rooms and would torture us to no end. I could here the screams of my boyfriend and the other guy through my steel doored room. The killers would do this thing where they let us knock on the door that was connected to my house. In my house the placement of the door was in the living room. They would let us knock on the door and if one of my family tried to come to the door the killer man would drag us back down stairs and lock us up again. So this time it was my turn to knock on the door. As i start to knock on the door the door just opens up like somebody forgot to lock it. I stare in awe that it opened then from behind one of the ladies that took us pushed me through. She said let's go before they find out we made it past the door. I told her we need to get help fast and come back to save my boyfriend. And as i looked down the stairs i see the killer man come rushing up at me. He knocks down the women and i grab a steel pair of scissors off the coffee table and i jumped up and stab him in his throat once...twice... And a third time. He is bleeding but its almost as if its healing. So i contnue to stab him all over his body and we drag him to the kitchen to get a better weapon. My mom and sister woke up. I am screaming for my mother to find me a knife and for my sister to get my father while i am still stabbing the killer on the kitchen table. After what seemed like eternity i finally stop and he is motionless. I still had the blood cover scissors in my hand and i had blood all over me. Just as my father enters the room the man sits back up and simply wipes the corners of his mouth of blood and i know that if i gave him a second he would kill my family. So without any thought i lunged at him again and begin my frenzied stabs all over his body. There was no hesitation, no remorse, just fear that this man will kill again and with that thought coursing through my mind i shout out to my sister, " call 9-1-1!!!!!" IMD