I had a fun day. I went to the fair with my best friend Johnny Camacho. It was very fun. The only thing I found a little weird was the clowns. They were acting very strange and kept telling me to go to this tent but I did not.

Then they started making sad faces by pulling their mouth down. I can still remember when they would stare at me with their pupils yellow. I thought this was strange. I decided I wanted to leave. But my best friend Johnny Camacho did not want to leave.

In fact he wanted to stay longer. I felt a little sick after he said that. I went to the bathroom. I went into a stall. I started to feel even more sicker.

I started puking a lot. This sickness was so Egregious (eh-gree-jus). I closed my eyes. Then all the sudden I just kept seeing this figure in my mind. It crept closer. I could make it out a tiny bit.

Then as it got closer I saw what it was. It was a nun. I opened my eyes and then it was gone. I decided to go see how my best friend was doing. Then I saw 2 clowns carrying my best friend.

He was knocked out. I took my phone out and dialed 911. But then I woke up. I thought to myself, “Was that really a dream” because it had seemed so real. I decided to take a shower. Because I smelled so bad.

While I started the shower I worked out for a bit. So I could wait for the shower to get warm. I decided it was enough time to get in the shower. I got in the shower and then I just closed my eyes. I tried to meditate in the shower while standing up, “Don’t Judge Me!”

A few minutes later I saw the nun again. Just staring at me close up. I did not know what had happened at all. After taking a shower I went to bed. I could not get the image of the nun out of my head.

I decided that when I woke up. I would go to a psychiatrist. Then I could get rid of the dreams and images.

I woke up and it was morning. I went to a psychiatrist. He just kept saying it’s normal everyone gets it. I thought this was strange because no one I knew had got this. Except before we went to the fair in my dream.

My best friend Johnny Camacho. He had told me that he has been getting this for a long time that he does not even know if he is even awake right now. Then I jumped back to the present and listened. The psychiatrist just kept staring at me. I thought that this was strange.

I got up and waved my hand in front of his face. His pupils were changing color. Then his pupils were yellow. I decided I was gonna leave. As soon as I got to the door the psychiatrist said, “Your friend is dead, He Faltered (fall-tur-ed) so much before we slaughtered him”

I decided to run to my house and not stop running. I called my best friend when I got home but he did not answer me. I was frightened. Did that dream really come true?

I decided to go to his house. He was not there. His mom Marilyn Camacho had said that she has not seen him. She said he had gone to the fair with me and she has not seen him ever since. I thought this was strange she was not even worried about him. I saw his sister there. Her name is Hannah Camacho. She looked like she was scared of her mom she left and her mom did not care. She then asked me about Johnny. I had said that he died.
She was filled with tears. I closed my eyes right away and saw the nun. It was moving fast and I opened my eyes. Hannah then asked me if I was ok. I said that I had been seeing this nun when I closed my eyes.
Hannah said, “That is what my brother said also!” I thought this was strange. I said that he was being carried by two clowns in a dream into a tent and that he was knocked out. I then told her about the psychiatrist and what he had said. She thought this was creepy. She said this sounds evil.
Like Demons or something paranormal. I could recall something. Everytime I closed my eyes I could smell a certain Fragrance (fray-grence) I closed my eyes longer. As I tried to move. I was Grueling (grew-ling).
I was moving so slowly I wanted to Hasten (hay-sen) the process of me moving. Nun just kept saying the words, “Meticulous” (meh-tick-you-luss) repeatedly. I opened my eyes and Johnny’s sister said that I must rebuke the Demons. She was the only one in the family that was christian and believed in that stuff. So I closed my eyes and I said, “Go away in Jesus name I rebuke thee”
The nun started making these screeching noises and then withered away and that was the last time I heard from her. But sadly Johnny is still dead and no one can remember him at all.
I sometimes remember the Deft nun coming up to me.

Anything I should fix?