heather miller (heathermiller) wrote in valarnet, @ 2016-03-14 09:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !trigger warning, cotton weary, heather miller |
My dreams were fairly mundane up until finding my dead grandmother sitting upright in her rocking chair in her bedroom. While trying to figure out what in the hell was going on, there was this guy that appeared. I say guy, and I think he's just a guy, but he had this mask on that looked like it was made out of another person's face. I don't even know, all I know is that it was creepy as fuck. He knocked me out, and when I woke up in the basement he was sawing one of the people that'd come with me to the house in half.
In other words. There was no vault behind the big door, the blood on my pillow/bed is going to be hard to get out if at all, and I spent the majority of the morning at the hospital getting a couple of stitches in my head.