i was in an apartment that was set up similiarly to mine and i had a few people over. i can't remember who all was there but it was random people from my past who i can't remember now. the only person that may have been there that i am friends with was aaron, but i'm not 100% sure he was there. anyway, it was very late at night and we weren't really hanging out, everyone was kind of wandering around quietly, when we heard a knock on the front door. i knew that it was someone we did not want to let in so i tried to keep quiet and ignore them. then i heard the knocking on the back door, and at this point we all realized that it was someone who was trying to kill us. once we came to that realization, i grabbed my cellphone to call 911, and when i dialed it thinking, "i have waited my whole life to do this." the person on the other line told me that the police would be there soon and to hide under the beds to make it harder for the killer to find us if he did get in. before we could do that, we realized that it was only ted bair playing a joke on us.

i woke up around 5:30 and was up for about an hour. when i fell back asleep i had another dream. in this one, mrs hershberger, a woman who used to be our neighbor, had a son who killed himself. she saw blood on the wall above her basement door that had dripped down from the ceiling.
at some point, a bizzare game started where i had to figure out the moral of some story that a bunch of my friends and my mom were acting out. i really hated it becuase i didn't want to play and i didn't like that everyone was being secretive and weird and wouldn't talk to me like i was someone they knew or cared about. there was supposed to be a part that was really scary, but it didn't go off right and it was just someone's dad walking in and mumbling a few lines he was supposed to say. i then realized that the moral of the story was that everyone tries to be a teenager and this was somehow supposed to tie into mrs. hershberger's son's suicide. after everyone left, i was helping my mom clean up in the backyard when i noticed a pile of hay on a cart that was smoldering. i told her about it, but neither one of us did anything about it.