I woke up in a random house.
I looked around me and there were so many broken things.
A table with one leg broken into pieces, a sofa with its insides protruding. I found myself in a completely desolate place.
I walked out the house and saw no one in the vicinity.
Seems scary I know, I looked back to see the house.
It was a regular stone cabin you can see in the outskirts.
I have no memory why I got into this place.
I remember I was driving down the road with my friends and suddenly a truck crashed down to us.
I thought I died, but here I am alive.
Hmm...
I don't know what to do at this point. And everywhere I look all I see is a wretched landscape.
Mom, get me out of here.
Ugh dammit! I need to pull myself together!
I clapped at the level of my head with my head in between my hands before clapping so that when I clap my cheeks get hit. That's how you wake up.
But I didn't wake up, because this wasn't a dream. Maybe I should have done that at first...
Wait, why didn't I think this was a dream at first...
A smell that I couldn't figure out attacked my nose.
I pinched my nose.
What the heck? What is this smell? Ammonia? Somebody took a piss here?
Grrrr.....
oh
I freezed.
But then I suddenly had an urge to hide. I ran back to the house.
Something's coming!!!
Something really, really scary is coming!!!