[ WP ] Every dream you have ever had has come true . You have just awoken from the worst nightmare you have ever had .

A cold sweat settled onto my skin. I sat straight up in a mess of comforters and throw blankets. Oh, it was awful. The worst one yet. Sure, I've had the occasional'miss the bus and end up late to class in my pajamas', and of course the classic'oh my god that's a huge spider', but this was terrifying. And with my track record with dreams, this nightmare had a good chance of coming true. 
 After all, I had the exact same conversation with my friend in the hallway that I had the night before while I was asleep, and deja-vu was a feeling as common to me as dread that comes from hearing the alarm clock. But today, I was overjoyed when the alarm clock cut through the silence in my bedroom. 
 Nightmares were n't something I dealt with often, but knowing that all of my dreams come true makes them ten times scarier. Normally it's just something like tripping in the hallway in front of that guy you like, the normal teenage girl nightmares. 
 But tonight was some horror movie stuff, like the opening scene in Supernatural where something is going horribly wrong and you know that the person will end up dead in the end. But those are shot on a Hollywood set, and this was about to be real life. 
 In my dream, I was just woken up by my alarm clock. I heard my dog bark, then I hopped out of bed and stretched. My mom called my name from somewhere downstairs, and I groggily went to greet her. The thing I saw in the living room was not my mom. A grotesque cross between Samara from the Ring and the Joker. It was small and scrawny, and I suppose it looked something like a woman, but makeup was horribly smeared across it's face, and it was grinning at me, red liquid dripped from it's sharp, yellow teeth. 
 Then, still in my mom's voice, it said `` Good morning Sweetie!'' Utterly terrifying. Then I woke up. 
 My dog just barked. Almost against my will, I got out of bed, my mind telling my legs to stop moving. But they would n't. My'mom' called me, and I started to walk to meet her downstairs. I desperately begged myself to stop moving, praying to whatever God would listen. I could n't go downstairs, I knew what was down there. I was just about to reach the stairs when I heard someone whisper my name from the hall closet. Through the wooden slats, I could see my mom's brown eyes. 
 `` Do n't go down there. Please, I heard it too.''
