A Hotel An Ax and That Chick From Pulp Fiction

I had this one at least a few years ago. I had written it down very completely in a now defunct blog I had at the time, unfortunately I don't have a copy of it anywhere, but I still remember certain details with clarity.

I remember my mom invited a friend and I to a new hotel, it was somewhere out in the country along a super long stretch of highway that was famous for all of the Pro Life protesters who lined the road. My mom had rented out the penthouse and the main attraction was the long patio that wound away from the hotel, ending in a circular platform that stood above the highway. We were out on the veranda, and I was nervous about it because it was only supported with thin wooden posts. My mom suggested I go down to the lobby with my friend and look around since I was nervous being so high up.

The next thing I remember is being downstairs, outside in the front of the building looking around. We decided to head back in and look at everything inside. There were restaurants, shops and game rooms all throughout the first floor.

When we stepped through the front doors we saw that there was an insurance office attached to a clinic. When we stepped through the doors I recognized the man behind the desk as someone who shows up recurringly in my dreams. He waved us through into the clinic, there was a small elevator in the entrance way and in front of it a rusty metal cart with syringes and other medical instruments on it. We stepped past and into a small dormitory room lined with stretchers filled with people with various injuries, the nurse, dressed up like the nurse from The Twilight Zone, saw us and waved us back through the door, told us to take the elevator to the second floor as the shops we were looking for were up there. We were waiting for the elevator and as the door began opening we saw a man, he looked like Leatherface but bigger, holding a knife and wearing a ripped and bloody jumpsuit, we saw him revealed slowly as the elevator doors opened very slowly, it was like slow motion, but it didn't have the visual quality of slow motion.

I can't remember exactly what happened next but I remember the elevator was mangled and useless, we were running through the insurance office, and trying to remember where the other elevator was. There were only two elevators in the entire hotel, I don't remember there being an explanation for that, it was just the way that it was. As we ran we saw nothing but dead and dying children, there had been tables set up for the grand opening with games and magicians for the kids who were visiting. Some had been slammed against walls, you could see pieces of their skulls and brains sliding down the wall above where the lifeless bodies slumped over on the floor. Children were missing limbs, and screaming for their mothers, others had been stabbed and decapitated. We ran to a magicians booth to try and hide. We heard whimpering behind the booth and looked over the edge, we saw That Chick From Pulp Fiction, she was wearing a maids uniform and was curled into a ball, rocking and moaning, tears staining the knees of her uniform. She looked up at us, and said, "it will never end." She pushed the skirt of her dress up and showed us her legs, they were marked with scars, long and running across her legs, only a few inches apart in most cases. Some were still healing, others had healed long ago. She showed us her arms and they were the same.

It gets a little hazy at this part, I only remember a little specifically. That Chick From Pulp Fiction began screaming in a loud and keening way, she tried to get away and the man pulled her back and said something to her, I don't remember what, but I do remember it had something to do with what she had said to us previously. He began slicing the skin on her belly and legs.

The dream ended suddenly with me and my friend lying on the bed in my moms suite unable to move as our skin had been cut off in small strips all over our body and the man had somehow severed enough of our muscles, or whatever, to make it impossible to move. All we could do was lay on our backs, he had positioned our heads so that we would have to watch each other as our life bled from our bodies.

Unfortunately I can remember none of the emotion that made this nightmare so very scary for me. It's one of the ones that woke me up because my cheek was cold lying on a pillow that had been saturated with tears.