I was in a cross between a gothic horror mansion and what was my house. I was being chased by some kind of menacing force. I ended up in the basement of the house where a giant beast was trying to kill me. I somehow pinned it to the wall and cut it’s head off with a shovel.

The body was still trying to to reach me on it’s own. The arms were groping but I was just out of reach of it’s clawed fingers. The head was still alive and gnashing it’s teeth at me as I smashed it in the face with the shovel. That stopped the head from threatening me so I used the shovel to try and cut off the monster’s jaw.

Once I finally stomped the blade through the jaw I saw that the beast was actually a giant puppet. I could tell the head was made up of material stretched over a cage. Inside was a tiny scared child who was still alive.

Confused, I left the basement and walked down a long hallway of mostly closed doors. I found that I was in some kind of medical institution. I looked around for someone that worked there. I opened a door to a room with two beds.

There were two little girls laying on cold white sheets. They both had red hair. They looked very sick and sad. I asked them where a nurse was. “We don’t like it when they come” one told me.

I quietly left the room and went further down the hall. I went into an old fashioned all tile hydrotherapy room. Two patients were chained together. One was in the water. They looked sick, insane and half dead from torture and neglect.

Suddenly I noticed a crazy looking girl bleeding out on the tile in the corner of the room. Apparently she was committing suicide. I recognized her. She was actually a big fan of my music. She used to write me letters I never answered. She would say things like “you’re my best friend.” I regretted not writing her back as I tried to find my way out of that place.

I see a pattern. The pattern looks like some kind of metal beast. My eyes focus to see it’s the door. Beyond it is only black.