I woke up sweating one morning from a terrible nightmare.
I have a friend who always is over my house, and we hang out a lot (let's call him Chris).
Anyway, in the nightmare, I'm driving to a restaurant to go meet him and a couple of our friends for something to eat. When I get there, I walk in, and sit down at the table where they had all saved me a seat. Everything is normal, and the meal goes as any other meal would there (we eat at that particular restaurant regularly).
The only thing is: Chris doesn't have a face in my dream. His face is just covered with skin, and nobody seems to notice but me. I really want to say something, but I feel too weird, and feel like I'll get judged for making fun of him. I spend the rest of the nightmare really freaked out about this, and feel extremely uncomfortable, after all, I can't see any of the emotions on Chris's face, and don't know whether or not he is looking at me.
Fast forward to a few weeks later. Chris wants to stop by my house because we haven't seen each other in a while. It is snowing outside, but he comes anyway. He has been without a car for a long time after it broke down on him, so he always takes a family members car or a friend's.
I'm waiting for him to text me to unlock the front door like he usually does when he arrives. I hear a knock at the door. Chris never knocks. The dog barks, but I assume it's him at the door anyway.
I have no window to look through my front door, so I just opened it expecting Chris to walk inside. Before I see his face, he kind of jumps into the house, and slams his face on the door frame. He immediately covers his face with his hands and starts wailing that he is bleeding and needs to stop the bleeding right now. He is in pain, and the blood is really starting to seep through his hands, and down his arms, as I stand there and laugh at him for being such an idiot.
When I finally realize how stupid I am for laughing, and how much he really is bleeding, I run to my room and grab a few of my shirts to have him hold on his wound. I run back to the front door, and Chris is gone. Before I could say anything, or look for him at all, I see a car pull into my driveway. I realize that I hadn't seen Chris pull into the driveway in the first place, and don't know what car he drove, but the car pulling into my driveway is his mom's car. I try to put together why he had pulled out and pulled back in; what was going on?
I wait at the front door, and watch Chris get out of his mom's car. He walks up to the house completely healed, no bloody face, no sign of pain. He is wearing different clothes than before.
This is where it gets even weirder:
I freak out. The blood is still on the floor, nothing was making sense. The real Chris pushes me aside, walks into my house, and picks up the phone, like he didn't even realize what I was trying to say. I start yelling at him. I start telling him it's not funny and he needs to stop fucking around with me. If this was a prank, I'm not laughing.
Chris holds the phone up to his ear and tells the person on the other line that his name is Chris, and that he is at my address. He tells them to come immediately.
As I try questioning him, and try to figure out what kind of sick joke I am a part of, I feel myself starting to get nauseous, and vomit into the kitchen sink.
Chris walks up behind me while I'm vomiting, takes me by the back of the neck with one hand, and forces my head into the sink. He tells me to not move, or he will "pull the fucking trigger so fast".
I assume he has gone mentally insane. He plugs the drain to the sink, and turns the water on! My mind is racing. This is all going to end, and I'm going to be laughing about it in ten minutes. Everyone is in on it. Then I think "Chris is insane" again and again. I know he's not. Maybe he is. I could not tell. I don't move partly because of the fear, partly because I want to see what will happen if it is a prank. Now I feel crazy!
The sink water starts to fill up, and Chris just sits there, waiting for it. It is taking a long time. About two minutes must have passed, and the water is finally up to my eyes, almost reaching my nose (I am being held with my head upside down). I realize the cops would have already been here by now. It must be a prank.
The water keeps rising. I get the first feeling of it going up my nose, and try holding my breath. Almost instantly, my body resists the drowning effect, and I try kicking Chris away. There's no way he's going to shoot me, this is all a joke, surely.
As soon as I kick him away, I turn around, and see that he is already halfway across the kitchen with his hands on his face, and his back turned to me.
The lights in the kitchen go out, and dim red ones start to fade on. Chris is on the ground drawing a pentagram with a bottle of ketchup that I had left on the kitchen table. Water starts to pour through small slits in the ceiling, like a sprinkler system. What. The. Fuck.
Chris sits in the middle of the pentagram, and crosses his legs like some sort of indian. I see right through his bullshit, but I definitely wasn't prepared for what came next.
I took a closer look. The water wasn't water after all. It was fucking red. Blood red. The ceiling starts cracking, and a beam of darkness encapsulates the entire pentagram. Satan himself lowers down into the kitchen, in a black cape; holes for the horns cut out of the top.
Chris rises into the air, becoming level with Lucifer, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. The devil grabs him by his shoulders, and turns him into a fucking goat, right in the middle of the air, in the middle of my kitchen.
He says: "Your time is through, young Christopher, Satan shall rise again, and you will be my fucking cunt!"
The goat lets out a horrifying scream, and runs into the living room, away from my sight. Satan himself glides through the air toward me, and his bright red eyes, to be honest, scared me to the point where I not only urinated, but also defecated my pants. He told me he smelled my "son of a bitch shit" through his "cock sniffing" nose, and brought his face closer to my fucking face.
He whispered to me, and asked if he could eat my fucking shit. I was frozen. I was so scared, that I didn't dare move. He then laughed, and the entire house shook, spiders and dead bird skeletons falling through the cracks in the ceiling and walls. He made it clear that I didn't need his approval because he was the fucking devil.
His fingers started to shoot out silk, and his horns grew ten times the size, expelling ice cold water out of them. I knew he was the devil for real, because if the water really was ice cold, it would be fucking ice.
His eyes shot flames, and he jerked his cock off onto my heated stove. Liquid diamond shot out of his dick hole, and melted on the stove, turning into perfectly shaped diamond dog dildo dicks.
He then exposed his heart through his yellow skeleton, and at that time, the police barged into my house, and shot him right in the right ventricle. He disappeared immediately, and the cops took me to see a psychiatrist that night. I made a deal with the government to never talk about the incident, but every time I go home to feed my goat, I remember.
No I didn't kill Chris, and no I didn't predict the future. It's just one of those things. I had to get it off my chest. I would do anything to turn him human again.