[EXCERPT FROM INTERCEPTED CONVERSATION #0089551]

[Coughing]
Ah, man. So, dude, I had this dream the other night, right?

Right

And, man, uhh – it was pretty spooky

Oh yeah?

Yeah

Like how?

Well, like – okay, so basically what happened was, in the dream, I was at my old house, that old trailer we used to live in. And something’s off, I can’t quite tell what it is, but something doesn’t feel right, you know? There’s this fear like, fucking growing or something in my chest, I don’t know, it’s weird. But I start looking around, and uhh, I see them through the window. They’re walking around outside, these Slendermen type figures in suits and shit with a big yellow smiley face for a head, and they got blood all over them. And they’re just slinking around and shit, looking for something. At this point, I’m pretty fucking spooked, so I kind of duck down a little bit from the window, and one of them sees me and makes this noise like a fucking alarm or something, but his face doesn’t move. Their faces never move. So I run to my room, and shut the door, but I can’t hear or see them anywhere, not even through the small window I have in my bedroom. It’s quiet for a moment, but then all of a sudden, I hear this banging on my door, right, like someone’s trying to get in, and it’s [unintelligible noise], my friend. Heh, my fucking brother, damn near. And he’s fucking screaming bloody murder, begging me to let him in, crying please please, I’ll do anything. But I hesitate, and I don’t let him in. No matter how much he keeps screaming, I don’t let him in. But he doesn’t stop, and I’m freaking out, so finally, I start to reach for the door when a fucking chainsaw comes buzzing through the door with fucking blood on it, and my friend is screaming this blood curdling scream as I can see his fucking blood leaking from under the door. And my door’s fucking vibrating, but finally the screams stop, and it’s just the buzzing, nothing else. I try going out my window, but right as I turn to it, one of them is staring right at me. But then, I woke up. Nothing happened, just a dream

Jesus

Yeah. [...] But, what’s weird is, the scariest part of the dream wasn’t the blood and the gore, or even the random figures. The scariest part was the fact that I didn’t open the door. My friend needed me, more than anything, in that moment, and I didn’t help him. I stood by and waited for him to die. In that moment, I let fear control me, and stop me from doing anything but remaining still. And, uhh, that really disappointed me

Damn. Uhh – are you okay?

Yeah...yeah. I’ll be okay. Just a dream