This nightmare happened about a week ago but I have been too busy to write it down. It was partly inspired by Art the Clown from the Terrifier films, the serial killer from Longlegs, and the recent horrific Southport murders, where three little girls were fatally stabbed, and many more injured. I was at a holiday resort with my family, plus my three sisters and all their children. The resort backed onto a large swing park with a bouncy castle, skate park, swimming pool, and the like, which were all available for use during the night. We were in an apartment complex of sorts, all staying in the same dorm, and could see outside into the playground.
It was late, dark outside, but lit up with floodlights, the festivities in full swing. Teenagers played in the skatepark, younger children used the bouncy castle, their parents sat around the pool drinking, keeping half an eye on them. All of a sudden, we heard screaming, and looked outside to see a terrible scene. The bouncy castle had turned into a death trap, a rolling meat grinder with spinning blades, crushing the children and shredding them to ribbons. The parents screamed and tried to rescue their children. Blood splattered the floodlight, turning the playpark a ghastly red. Flames bellowed out of unseen funnels, incinerating kids who had dodged the meat grinder. It was a bloodbath.
Fallon panicked, mistakenly believing her own children were down there. She rushed down in hysterics as everyone else watched in disbelief. Fortunately her children had vacated the park just moments before the massacre, and she was able to bring them upstairs to safety, sobbing uncontrollably. But the nightmare was not to end there. We were locked in for the night, unable to vacate the premises, and all suffering heavily from sleep deprivation. Whenever we began to doze off, we would wake with a start and discover one of the children missing. There were seven children in total, including my own daughter.
The children would be found, possessed, wandering in a trance-like state down a corridor ending in an open doorway. Red light filtered through the apartment, accompanied by the haunting thump of a heartbeat. Art the Clown was the demonic entity behind the possessions, attempting to lure the children into his domain for slaughter. Each time we ran out to rescue the children and bring them back, the more our exhaustion rose. When my daughter fell prey to Art's possession, I carried her back into the bedroom and was relieved to see that dawn was approaching. But we had all been deceived.
The true threat was Longlegs, who had been hiding in our dormitory room wardrobe the entire time. I caught him slinking back into the cupboard. The plot had been for Art to tempt the children out of the room, thus also the parents, and then Longlegs would murder the sleeping children. Myself, my wife, sisters, and many of the grief-stricken parents who had lost children in the massacre, dragged Longlegs from his hiding place and beat him to death on the boards of the dormitory floor. A haunting dream to be sure, prompted by parental fears.
