This was just a dream, but it was one of the scariest I've ever had. It starts out that I'm on the floor in my room, my door smashed into splinters, my bed cracked in half, and claw marks all over the walls and ceiling. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs "go away! Go away!" My dad, who sleeps just down the hall, comes rushing in my room, asking what happened. I try to tell him, "it was the gh-, the gh-, the gh-, grraaaahhhh!!!" The ghost, is what I'm trying to say, but 'the ghost' is preventing me from revealing it's presence. My dad looks confused at first, but then realizes what I'm trying to tell him. He gasps when he does, and says "oh, the gh-" but then 'the ghost' possesses him mid-sentence. His mouth and eyes open wide, then his eyes roll back in his head and turn completely white. At this point my heart is beating so fast it feels like it will explode, and I can't scream or run. I can only stand there and watch as my father is taken over by this monster. I wake up drenched in sweat. Heart racing. Panting heavily. I didn't really get any sleep that night.