Horror Show, part deux

I just woke up from what was the strangest dream I’ve ever had.

I was back at my alma mater going to visit a friend in the newly renovated apartment complex that the university had put in recently. (The weird thing is that my alma mater would never do that for aesthetic purposes and would keep it as a naturally beautiful campus.)

As I was walking the back roads and up through the garage opening toward the elevator, I started texting my friend.

After catching the elevator and awkwardly positioning myself in the lift, I stared at my phone, checking messages and waiting for a response. The group of four or five people, presumably students, were discussing the procedure for collecting key cards and doing spot checks in the complex. I guess they still have RAs even in newly renovated (and constructed) apartment complexes.

As we raced past the other floors, my friend still hasn’t responded to my text and I started to ponder why the hell it was taking so long to make it to the third floor. I then realized the first two floors were used as tumbling and gymnastic floors now.

(Please keep in my mind this was a dream where my alma mater actually built more livable town houses than what’s presently there. Not that those aren’t nice, but these ones were made for two or three people, not the four person groupings they have now. In case you’re wondering why/how I know about the new complexes, I read the brochure. My dream, my rules.)

The elevator must have been the only rustic piece of equipment in the building because as soon as we reached the third floor doors it stops short. We can hear the floor doors opening, but we’re not synced up to them. Then, we drop a bit. A bit more. And just a little… Bit… Plummet.

The older RAs and I brace for impact. One girl is screaming, the younger male is in panicking. We each grab one of them to try and simmer them down. The elevator goes crashing through the cement floor and we wind up beneath the garage floor and in some strange auxiliary basement.

It all goes from blurry then on. I can hear a faint a news van as I try and register where I am. Two of the RAs are crushed, but still breathing under the rubble of the elevator. The other three are in a screaming match.

Apparently, one of them had proposed the idea of making the elevator into its own bounce magic fortress, but when the university didn’t go for that, she decided to extract revenge.

My leg had been shattered upon impact, but I could still walk on it. I turned on my iPhone’s camera app for the flash so I can avoid any rubble. As I’m walking to the other two RAs, strange demonic like creatures start to show up out of nowhere.

They’re reminiscent of childhood cartoons and video game characters. It’s getting stranger. They only appear evil and mutated to the naked eye, but in the camera screen, they’re adorable little creatures.

The vengeful RA (who has apparently been living down in the subterranean basement because conveniently a couch with an extra-large comforter on it) makes her way towards a staircase that leads to the outside world. Meanwhile, the other two RAs have been dragged off by these monsters. So, doing the only manly option available I hid under the covers and waited for the monsters to go away.

That didn’t work.

Instead, they saw it as an opportunity for them to try and eat me. They circled around me, waiting for the chance to tear my limbs off. As long as I hid under the cover, they couldn’t get me. As long as I had the camera app with the flash on, they wouldn’t be so frightening.

All I could do was lie there and wait. And wait. And then, as I felt myself exit my body, I could see them as adorable little creatures waiting to play with me, but I knew they were going to eat my flesh.

Then I woke up in a cold sweat, terrified that my childhood was going to come back and rip my body bit by bit.

Welcome to the horror show.


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About ryantpoole

Ryan T Poole is a former broadcast public relations specialist and morning show producer. His time is spent updating this blog, watching and analyzing TV and movies, reading, listening to music, taking care of his pets, and refocusing his energy into more productive outlets. He likes cold coffee, hot tea, long conversations, and obscure references.

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