we were at some kind of haunted house, and we found out that the monsters were real. it was too late, though. the four of us were already bitten - already changing. one of the boys (my boyfriend??) and me were turning into werewolves, but the process was slow (slower in girls), and we could be killed like regular people until we changed. we didn't want to be monsters.

we ended up putting up some graffiti to make people think we'd died. we didn't want these scary freaks to find us. the monsters weren't just monsters. they were psycho. they figured it out, and they found us. we ended up in some house. they had all of these weird things. they were trying to figure out if they wanted to make us into something worse. i can't explain it. there was a guy hanging on the door that had a sort of hammer head. he looked like he should be dead, but he wasn't, and he was going to be like that forever. they had table saws and things like that, and electrical things. i kept trying to run away, and they'd catch me. the second time they caught me, and a blonde boy held this circular saw to my face by my mouth. he was laughing. i cried and begged him please not to do that and that i wouldn't run away anymore. he put down the saw and put me back into the room with everyone.

the phone rang, and i woke up.