I was in this house..super swank house, in the living room with a fairly attractive guy. We were talking. His eyes were...scary though. Murderous. I look over to this other couch, we were sitting on one and another was at a right angle to it. It was stacked with dead bodies. They didn't bleed or look damaged, but I somehow knew they'd been killed by being pushed thru glass windows.
One of them was my mom. I remember being upset about this for a minute, but as I wanted to escape, I composed myself. Tried to talk him out of killing me, but all he would promise was that I'd be the third last one to go, as he liked me.
Eventually I was crashed into a glass table and stacked with the rest of the bodies. I wasn't dead though.
I managed to escape upstairs by wrapping my bleeding head in a towel to not drip blood. While in the bedroom, I tried to call for help, but the phone lines had been cut. Just as I was trying to come up with another escape plan, the guy from earlier opens the door.
He looked very disapointed.
I looked at him and smiled and shrugged my shoulders and said "What did you expect me to do, just die?"
Then there was a knock at the door. A lady in a clingy mauve dress with an orange belt slung low on her hips walked in with an entourage of security.
It was Anne Rice!
I pushed the guy out of the way and took off down the stairs. Halfway down I lost my towel and she could see the wounds on my head. She gave me a huge hug and marched me out of there, her security guards held onto the murdering boys until the police showed up. And then it was revealed that none of the other people were dead, they were just severely injured. They were all marched out with the aid of some EMT's who came when Anne Rice called them and all was okay.
