My scariest nightmare was this:
A few friends and I were walking along a lake at night, laughing and having fun, when one of the friends pointed out a body in the water. We were the only ones there. We all looked and saw this mangled girl's body in the water with a white bloodied dress, ghostly white pale skin, and shimmering black hair. Her eyes were open and they were completely black, staring back at us. Out of pure terror of the sight, we ran to our separate houses and vowed to never speak of the sight again until we told the police the next morning.
The next day, I woke up and saw on the news that one of my friends was brutally murdered late at night last night. I don't know why, but I all of a sudden called a body guard to help me stay alive. I explained what I thought what was going on to him and he understood.
Days passed and finally, we were watching the news when my last friend alive was found murdered. There was a crash in the garage and the guy told me to wait there and he cocked his shotgun and ran out. I was sitting on the couch with my double barrel shotgun when I had this feeling of being watched. I turned around and looked out the back sliding glass door and saw a pure white cat.
In my head, I heard a voice say to me, "Open the door."
For some reason, I did. The cat came in and sat on the couch next to me. It looked up at me and said, "Time's up," and launched at me with razor sharp claws.
I opened my eyes and saw police and caution tape everywhere. I saw my mom crying and went to where all the police were. Hanging on the ceiling was a black trash bag and the police cut it down and looked at the contents. I stopped to look and saw my mangled, cut up body in the bag. I was a spirit looking at my own body.
For some reason, I turned and went to the computer. I got online and said hello to my friends. Everyone freaked out and was like, "Oh my gosh, we thought you were dead!"
I stopped and said, "I am."
Then it ended. Weird, huh?
