Personal Narrative: Super Bowl

The year is 2013 and it is the week of Super Bowl. It is also the week where my younger sister died. It was about seven years before this incident and it was always just in the back of my mind. This is the first time that I have really told anybody about this event that isn't part of my family.

My incident mainly consists of dreams and will be about nights 1(Monday) and 5(Friday). This time has changed me and caused all grades to slip at this time and it gave me a fear of sleeping for months. This sequence of nightmares continues to come back to me every once in awhile.

Night 1:
I was watching a movie with my cousin Nick and my friend Tony. I was in a black room on a couch with only a small TV. I didn't know what type of movie it was, just
It was still in its nondestroyed state. I was with my friends from night one plus my friend's mother that I mentioned earlier as well, and my own parents. I walked into the building and I saw that room with a locked door that has the light on at all times. I was told to never go inside of that room. They told me that it was not for me to go into. I was going on vacation to this house for some reason so I had to unpack my bag in a bedroom. The house was very old so I ignored any movement that I heard I put my things on the bed and I was very cold. My mom called out for me to go to the main room. I went out there and noticed that people were crucified, hanged, torn in half, and burned. The door with a mysterious light was open and the girl was standing in front of it. I was afraid not because of the bodies but because the door was open. The girl motioned for me to come to her and I was unable to resist walking to her. As I got closer she looked more disfigured and evil. Her eyes were the biggest part that I remember. They were black with light pupils. She had claws like in my earlier dreams and she had a scream that paralyzed me. She ran at me and right as she was about to hit me I saw every event that I have that I have done to help or hinder people in real life. This felt like it went on forever and then I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat. My mother was trying to wake me up for ten minutes because of my screams. I knew that something was wrong at this