Scary story

The splattering of the rain and the crackling of the lighting echos through the shadowed depths of the house. I lay on the floor, still, like a doll. I lay there, expressionless, I feel the blood drain from my crystal face. I watch the blood run from my decaying body. I watch as it trickles down the stairs, seeping into the cracks of the old, pressured wood, pressured to not let the evidence of what happened tonight seep into the rising sun that will expose the truth that lay on the floor of the room that holds my dreams. I wake up releasing an ear-splitting scream that seemed to exploded with terror. I have had recurring dreams my entire life, but this takes the cake. Most of the time they are about inconsequential things that occur now and then, they are never really important, but I don't know about this one. I brush it off and get ready to go to school. While I'm getting ready I feel like I'm missing something, I look around but only find my missing assignment, good enough, I think. As I walk down the stairs they creak and crack as normal, but this time it sends alarming shivers up my spine that then lay to rest on the bottom of my neck. Weird. I walk twards the door, all the scenic phots on the wall prove I've lived here my whole life, so why do I feel like I'm in a dream?