The Cool Kids

Alright, so theres this pool behind an abandoned house that all the kids on my block liked to play in everyday after school. Most of the time they would not let me join. I had a tendency to be a buzz kill being more of a timid kid.
One day they finally let me join in. I was extatic! Finally! I was gonna play with the cool kids! I was gonna be one of them!
They had told me during lunch ealier in the day that they wanted me to join them. I of course said I'd be there and asked what time.
They said around 3 A.M. which I thought was a little strange and should have been the point when I backed out and come to my senses. But such was not the case. I asked if I should bring anything with me and they said they'd have everything already there.
The rest of the day was intense anticipation waiting for school to end and get through the rest of the afternoon. Time going by ever so slowly as the end of the day drew ever nearer. Soon it was dinner time and my family was having our weekly family dinner at the table instead of in our rooms or in front of the TV. Something mom thought would bring the family closer together. But I digress. My parents can see there is something exciting me. Mom asks what it is and I just make up a story about a girl.
The rest of dinner goes smoothly with a little light conversation about the factory where dad works. We congradulated him on his new promotion into corporate. Dinner is now and I am finishing up some last minute homework. Doing anything to fill the time before I finally get to hang with the cool kids. Finally I'm gonna be somebody. Soon enough its 12:30 and I head out so as not to be late. I sneak out my window and start walking down the street wearing all black so as not to be seen. I'm giddy with excitement and I can barely contain myself.
I make it to the abandoned house around 12:50 and I head around back. I hop down into the empty pool asking how everyone was doing and appologising for being early when I notice everyone is wearing cloaks and standing around a flaming pentagram drawn on the ground with gasoline or something flamable. There are knives in each point of it. With a circle of blood around each person. I ask whats going on and they are all furious that I am early. I slowly start to back away when one of them says "Hey! Just cause you're early doesn't mean we can't still do this." By this point I am done being stupid. I was not about to let myself become a victim to this Satanist cult! So I climb out of the pool quickly and start running back around the house when I notice the street I came from has been replaced by one I had never seen before and I was baffled. But I had no time to stop and wonder what has happened to my old 'safe', 'quiet' neighboorhood. I have to run!
A few miles later I look over my should to see the satanists gaining on me! I yelling for help as at this time I no longer care about getting in trouble I just don't wanna die! A minute or so later I see a car coming down the road. I flag it down and the nice people let me in when I tell them I'm in trouble and need to find the police. They start heading in that direction when a few miles up the road they turn into some sort of gouls! They start telling me they're gonna eat me! Thank God the child locks weren't on or I would've been toast. After I jump out the door and get back on my feet I see the car crash into a tree and the gouls just walk out like nothing happened. This is when I start to think this could be the night I die.
I run into the near by woods as a last ditch effort to get away. I've never been good at bushwacking but at this point I'm willing to try anything. I don't get very far before I trip and next thing I know I'm surrounded by more Satanists than I ever remember there being. It is at this point I've accepted my death. I am doomed and nothing can save me now.
They close in on me mostly gathering around my face and sticking their knives down my throat....
Then I wake up..... I'm in a hospital bed and my throat is kinda sore. My mom is sitting in a chair next to my bed and I ask her what was going on. She replies that I just had my tonsils removed and I am in the hospital.
Ive never been so relieved in my life.. And I hope to God I never have that dream again.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Dreams
Category:English Class Failure
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