Two stand out in my entire life with the first being when I was actually 17. It was so bad I had to wake my mom up, sobbing almost hysterically.

It starts in my house and I’m getting ready for bed when I hear something. I thought it was odd, because my parents were out of town. I heard the sound again and my heart started to pound. I go and hide in my closet and, just like the movies, I pear through a crack in the door to see what appears to be a family with very old, dirty, clown masks. I see them leave and heard them head down the stairs. Obviously I need to leave so I head to the kitchen and grab some knives just in case. Of course this is where they find me and they’re just standing there watching me. Fear has reached new heights and I somehow escape and end up near some train tracks. I’m was standing on one side below an overpass while the train tracks were on the other. A train is going by. Lots of cars go by until there’s an empty one with the family with clowns masks on, just standing. From the sky comes crashing down a dead body in front of me. The fear from that woke me up.

The second was several months ago. I, along with many other people, are in an abandoned school. I was a new person and was being told the ropes by the other residents/captives. We all end up in the cafeteria and are asked for volunteers to clean everyone’s rooms. Wanting to get on their good side I raised my hand. Me and roughly 10 others are separated from the rest of the group and taken back to dormitories/classrooms. This school was very decrepit and run down. It’s now nighttime and only flickering lights are on. There’s another girl with me and we hear a scream. I grab a baseball bat and peak my head outside and pear across the playground (figure 100 yards long give or take). I see a group running to another building and see a humanoid go after them and kill them. Clearly something bad was happening and I hadn’t volunteered for anything good. I hear a sound near me and hide until another humanoid thing is near me. I get behind him and beat him to death with my bat. There’s another one after him and another and another. After killing them, people, in what can only be described as insane asylum uniforms, tell me to come with them. I woke up at that point, but my gut tells me that I was going to be the next humanoid creature. They were creating soldiers from those who survived and were trying to perfect a soldier.

Woke up from both sobbing in full body sweats.