Not my Dream

 It started off like any other normal night. I arrive at home after a long day of work and lay my head down, I let out a deep exhale and immediately I’m lost in my own personal void. Then like an evil fever dream, I am walking through my family’s front door once more, the deep red, creaky door and its familiar threshold. Except this time, my parents are sitting on the cream white couch in front of me, their heads snap over to stare at me with completely empty eyes. “There is a surprise for you downstairs son” they say to me. I run downstairs and sitting on my steel gray sectional is my best friend and two other people I had never seen before. “Hey! Come sit with us, we're watching the Halloween special.” My friend says to me, I go to sit on the couch. " As I go to climb into the giant family sized couch, the people sitting beside my friend, their faces, specifically, start to contort, and I don't just mean “Look weird” I mean their faces twisted and popped, blistered and burned. The closer I got the less human these creatures looked.