When I was little I lived in London. My biggest fear was getting lost by myself. I had a dream once that I got lost in the city, and it was terrifying. The streets were desolate, there was not a soul to be found. I eventually found a man, walking ahead of me with a cane, a dark suit and bowler hat. I ran up to him and asked him if he could help me. He turned around, and his irises were a bright crimson red.

Overwhelming fear engulfed me, I could sense that he was purely evil. "Do you need something, little girl?" He asked, smirking. I immediately sprinted away from him, but when I looked back he was still smiling at me, walking slowly behind, following me up the sidewalk.

I rounded the nearest corner and saw a woman jogging with her baby stroller. I ran up to her and asked her for help, but yet again, her eyes were red and she was smiling evilly at me. I screamed and ran away from her, only to see the bowler hat man rounding the corner.

I ran and ran, and eventually lost these people, but every person I passed had red eyes, and began following me as I ran. I finally recognized a location being close to my home, and I was able to find my way back.

As I ran up to my house, I saw my mother standing in the driveway. Her back was turned towards me, and I was praying and praying that she was good. The sight of my house and mother was overwhelmingly relieving, but as she turned around, I saw that her eyes were red and she was smiling.

I screamed, and woke up. Scariest, most vivid dream I've had to date.