This story is not real in any way. The only true things are the dream and finding the picture of my grandpa.
Hey, Izzy here. I've been having a strange dream for the past few weeks and I feel like I have to post about it. I was strapped to a chair and my friends were in the same situation. There was a dark figure in the room. He was holding a shotgun and he started loading it. Once he finished loading, he started killing my friends one by one. Once he got to me, I woke up. I wasn't able to sleep until the next day. But I regret falling back to sleep because I had the same dream, but different. I was seeing it through the eyes of the killer that had killed my friends. I woke up before killing my dream version of me.
11/2/15, I've searched my room for an explanation to why I'm having this dream, and I found a small opening in the back of my closet. I found the shotgun that was in my dream and I was quite scared, so I put it back in. But before I did, I saw an old black and white picture of my great grandpa. I was in the chair again. I was able to see the killer's face and it was me. I was wondering what was going on and I accidentally said it out loud. The demon walked over and said "Hello, I see you're awake again, brother. " "Brother?" I asked. He said "What, you don't remember me? We used to cause all sorts of mischief!" I had no clue to what the hell he was talking about, until he brought up when I choked my brother and said "Those were the good days, when we used to terrorize your brother, but you forgot about me after that day." I woke up. I said "I remember him now! He was my bad side! He came out whenever I got pissed off!" So I decided to just forget about it... until he started to break free and was pushing me towards suicide.
This is the last time anyone will hear from me.
P.S: This is my first creepypasta that I've written hope you enjoyed.