'Nothing? okay what the heck is going on?' I thought very loudly, 'This has got to be some kind of joke.'
Now, keep up with me on what happened next, because I'm going to try to do this all in one breath. Confused, I sat up to get out of bed, and suddenly, a hand from underneath the bed reached out and grabbed my ankle, trying to pull me underneath. At that very moment, a tall skinny man with a bloody apron and and a butcher knife came out from behind the door that was across the room and slowly walked towards me. I believe I did the best impersonation of a girl screaming ever and I kicked my leg, flinging the hand that was clenched on to my ankle across the room and through the window.
I tried to run away, but only started running in place. I couldn't go forward and the creepy butcher guy was coming closer. This time when I tried to scream I couldn't. Nothing came out. When I turned back around I saw that my bed was on fire. Yes, it was up in flames in seconds. I tried to smother it but my sleeve caught on fire. Then, much faster than would be accepted as a normal rate of incineration on cotton and polyester clothing, my clothes were completely burnt off of me. Uh huh, I was completely bare in the middle of my room and some creepy guy with a cleaver was still coming at me, my bed was still ablaze and the hand I punted out the window had climbed back up on the windowsill. It was trying to come back in throw the broken glass; undoubtedly in an attempt to reunite itself with the rest of the body, which was surely underneath the burning bed, to more effectively claim it's vengeance on me.
I heard footsteps coming outside my room and instinctively tried to cover myself.
"Jason, What the Fetch!!! It's five-thirty in the morning!" David groaned.
I looked down and realized that my clothes were back on, that Mr. Slice n Dice had disappeared, my bed was normal again, and 'The Thing' from The Adams Family had also gone. Needless to say I was very relieved; admittedly more about my clothes than anything, but I was just happy to see someone sane that could tell me I was just having a nightmare. At once I snapped out of it and realized that all David heard was me, screaming like a girl. Maybe he heard the broken glass and the roar of the blazing inferno too but I doubted it.
"Sorry, uh I um..." I mumbled.
"Dude are you okay? It sounded like a tornado came through here. What happened?
"Oh. um... I uh..." I said, right before thinking, 'well, there's nothing better than the truth' which was right before thinking, 'What am I crazy? There has to be a pretty good percentage of people in mental institutions that are only there because they thought it would be best to tell the truth.'
"Okay, your totally not going to believe me". I finally said, "I was having a nightmare, but it was really happening. Everything was real!"
"Okay, I already don't believe you. You're acting way too guilty about something" He paused and stared into my eyes as if this were an interrogation. "You have a girl in here. Don't you?"
"What? No." I replied defensively.
I know I heard someone scream. Come on, we agreed on the rules at the begging of the semester. No girls allowed in the bedrooms.
"No Dude, come on."
"Who is it? Your girlfriend, Molly?
"Ew, Gross! That's not even funny." I said, almost laughing. Molly was a creepy girl that lived down the road. She was totally in love with me and I couldn't convince her that we weren't right for each other. I'm sure you know the type. Well anyway, remember that rock I threw at Julie, David's sister? Yeah it was totally meant for Molly.
Wait. Where was I? Oh yeah.
"No man, it's nothing like that." I assured David, "Let me start from the beginning."
I then proceeded to give him a watered down version of basically everything that I told you. After I had finished, he did exactly what any best friend would do.
"Okay, so are you going to tell me what drugs you are taking or do I have to tear apart your closet?"
I figured I would just act offended and leave it at that for the time being. I wanted him to believe me, but the truth was, I didn't know exactly what was going on myself... until later that night.
