Whatâ€¦ what was going onâ€¦ this had to be a dream, right? Veronica clearly remembered going to bed the other night after an exhausting day at work. Now she was surrounded by nothing but darkness as the sound of a saw blade slicing through bone echoed all around her. How she ended up here, she was not sure, but it seemed like some nightmare, a nightmare that she definitely did not want to be part of. The sound of bones crunching and flesh ripping rang in her ears, making her cringe and then something wet and warm hit her in the face as a horrible laughter followed. Something told her that she was not alone in this horrid place for voices could be heard as well. There wereâ€¦ other people hereâ€¦ no that could not be it could it? Just what the hell was this place and why had she been brought here?<br/><br/>Suddenly Veronica felt something warm at her feet. When she looked down she was greeted by not just a puddle of blood but a seemingly growing pool that was as dark as this place. She absolutely hated blood, couldnâ€™t stand the sight or smell of gore. As the metallic odor crawled up her nose she let out a small whimper and backed up as far as she could until she hit a wall. The wallâ€™s texture was something indescribable but for whatever reason she had gotten the sense that it wasâ€¦ alive. A chill ran up her spine suddenly but it was not the thought that brought it to her; an odd air of calm settled over the area after that poor granny had been dismembered beyond recognition. The silence, honestly, was more unnerving than anything poor Veronica has ever experienced before.<br/><br/>â€œWhat is thisâ€¦ this has to be a dreamâ€¦â€ She told herself in hopes of mustering whatever confidence she could. â€œThis has to be a dreamâ€¦ none of this is realâ€¦â€ What else was she expected to mutter in a situation like this?<br/><br/>Feeling her way along the wall, Veronica tried to move away from the blood. Every step she took was careful, her feet dancing around it to avoid being touched. There was this feeling she had, like it would suck her in if she made one false move. As her entire body trembled tears began to form in the corner of her eye, slowly trickling down her cheek. She continued to whimper softly and eventually closed her eyes. Everything was just a dream, she kept telling herself over and over again until her mouth began to form the words. She could not find her voice anylonger, not a sound came out, but in her mind the words were getting louder and louder. This was just a dream. This had to be a dream. Eventually she stopped walking once she ran out of wall; it seemed to turn off into a hallway.<br/><br/>Daring to look down the hallway all she saw was darkness. More laughter echoed, almost calling to her, but she remained frozen where she was.