This story is about an endless dream one boy has which he can not escape from. This story is cursed and will cause whoever to learn about it to be trapped within the same dream in a week or so. Anyways, the story goes that this young boy had a dream about being in a school he was unfamiliar with. He ran through the hallways, up the stairs, and turned on every corner but to no avail. Sometimes, he would find himself back where he once ran from (despite running in a straight line). Other times, he would swear he's on the third floor, but after going up the stairs he ended up back on the first floor.
This didn't make sense. When out of nowhere, the boy heard something in the distance. It sounded like … footsteps. They grew louder and louder. The boy ran as fast as he can, fortunately finding an emergency exit. However the door was locked and the glass box that contained the key was smashed in. The key wasn't there but instead a note saying that is was in classroom 108. The footsteps sounded closer and closer. The boy made it to classroom 108 and searched frantically for the keys. At this point, the footsteps were right in front of the door and there was heavy knocking on the door.
Just then,.. the knocking stopped. There was a cold silence... The boy managed to work up the courage to open the door. What he saw horrified him. It was several boys and girls, all cut up into pieces. The floor completely drenched in blood. The boy ran off, he couldn't take it anymore.
