I love the idea of writing down dreams, I have a ton of these scary ones so if you’d ever like to hear more, message me and I’ll get them written to you. To date, the scariest dream I‘ve ever had came the night after going skiing for a school field trip. The trip itself was awesome, it was my first time going, we got a good lesson in before hitting the slopes, the resort had a fun little cafe nestled by the base, and that night we went to Golden Corral for dinner. Epic stuff. Had no idea whatsoever that I was about to endure the worst nightmare I’ve ever had in my life.

What’s so scary about this, first and foremost, is how layered it is. The dream itself consisted of two days, one night and then a full day, and in the dream I’m, of course, about to go skiing. It was the night before this big trip our school put on, and instead of the real life happenings, our school had completely rented out a mansion that overlooked the resort we were going to with each of us getting our own rooms. The mansion was basically set up like a hotel but considered to be a mansion. I’d say it was about 7-8 stories tall.

So as the dream’s underway, I’m packing. It’s the night before the trip and I’m packing up a suitcase since we’ll be staying the following night in the mansion, and I’m watching a video on my phone while I’m doing it. Then I suddenly get a notification. Some girl I don’t know just added me on Snapchat out of nowhere, and since it’s disrupted my video and feels slightly weird that a random person’s added me, I go onto Snapchat and I add them back, asking if I knew them.

Our conversation went on for a little bit, I remember I basically introduced myself to her along with my hobbies, likes, and I even decided to tell her about the trip. I had asked her for some information about her, but all I really remember was her telling me her name. Alice. After that she asked for a picture of me and I sent one with my suitcase and then she sent me back one. She was a girl my age but I didn’t recognize her. She had dark hair, probably dyed black, pale skin, a couple freckles. Pretty normal.

I finished up packing and I was getting tired fast. I told her that I was going to be heading off to bed soon and she spent back a snap of her eye saying she’d stop bothering me. So I go to lay down and she texts one more time, and the text reads:

Trust me, I’m nice xD

So I sleep, again this is within the dream, and I wake up the next day immediately on the bus over to the ski resort. A good friend of mine on the way gets car sick, poor thing, and I give them some medicine I had with me since I’m usually the one to get car sick. I guess the medicine didn’t work in time, and so instead of going out and skiing, they just got situated in their room on the second floor and laid in bed for the day.

While they’re in bed, the rest of us get going on skiing, and we ski all day long. I go out and get hot chocolate from the cafe place for a bit, but most of the entire day I spend out skiing and have fun with the rest of my friends that didn’t get sick, the entire time feeling slightly guilty that my best friend got sick and I didn’t. And when the sun started sunning, I was plum tuckered out. Completely sore, tired, exhausted, and after getting all the equipment put up at the lodge, I stumbled my way into the mansion’s lobby, sitting down on the floor because I was so tired and people were taking up the furniture. As we were coming back in, two of our teachers had gone out to pick up a large order of pizzas they had ordered for all of us, I remember there being 40 pizzas that they were heading out to get.

So we’re all sat there when I get a whiff of something really foul. I don’t know where it’s coming from, don’t know what it is, but it’s disgusting and so, tired as hell, I get up and try to find it. It gets stronger as I get closer to the stairs, and then I remember my friend. I remember I should check on them, see how they’re doing. So I go up the stairs and as I do, I notice that the smell’s only getting worse and worse as I get closer to their room. To the point where when I’m just outside their door (which has their name written on a post-it note on it) it reeks of something absolutely awful, and I can’t process what’s going on. I knock on their door and I don’t get an answer. I try the knob and it moves. I open up.

It’s the worst scene I’ve ever seen in my life. There’s blood and entrails over all the walls in a splatted pattern, the bed’s all wet and near crusty, and right in the middle is my friend, or whatever’s left, sat up facing me with a face only half remaining. Somehow, the skin on their face had been almost ripped off, so all of it was gushing red with blood. And their eyes were open but they were obviously so incredibly dead. The most haunting thing I’ve ever witnessed. I start coughing because it’s all so much and I run out of the room where I end up throwing up just by the stairs. The commotions heard from downstairs and when the chaperones come to me and they see what I had just seen, they get the cops on the phone and have a load of them head over immediately. There’s people in a panic, some of them freaking out, some of then wanting to see, some morbid curiosity. But everyone can smell the smell now that I had picked up on and it’s enough. While some do want to see, everyone knows it‘s bad. They don’t have to look for themselves.

The cops came then soon and had all of us step outside. They wanted the mansion clear of us all so we wouldn’t tamper with anything and get in the way. So I get by a cop car and kind of lean against it, and I look up at the mansion and I’m in such distress. I look down at my feet and I’m so full of guilt. So full of anguish. And I’m so cold being out there with not enough layers on since I left my coat in the lobby.

So I get to be freezing and I look up at the mansion again, crying by then. And then I see her. Second floor, a few windows down, had to be my friend’s room. But it wasn’t my friend at the window. It was Alice. It was that sweet girl I had talked to the night before, and all she was doing was looking at me and smiling, smiling the most disgusting, terrifying smile I’ve ever seen. She looked clean, but this time crazy. I had to look away, and a couple seconds later, when I got to collecting myself, I looked back and she was gone. Like she was never even there.

I woke up immediately after that crying. I remember that I sat up in bed and had to go through my phone to make sure I had never actually texted anyone named Alice and that none of that was real. And it was so hard doing that because I had just gone skiing in real life just hours before. I hadn’t stayed in a mansion or anything, but all the slopes looked the same and so did the cafe. Absolutely neutralizing.

I couldn’t go back to sleep that night. I stayed up on my phone, I couldn’t tell anyone about the dream but I needed to think about other things, and when the sun got to coming up, I paced around the house for probably 3 hours just thinking to myself before everyone else got up. It was absolute torture, and it didn’t take me writing it down to remember it, even these 5 years later.