Nightmares

SOUP

I was going to sleep. A little kid, about 8-9 years old. I woke up to my mother making a soup, she called me to the kitchen but something felt off so i opened the window and i ran. Her voice seemed off, very off. As if it was not her, so i ran. Suddenly a guy my age took me and said "we need to hide". I heard my grandma screaming for me as i was hiding with the boy in his grandma's attic. In matter of seconds his grandma came to the attic and brought both of us out. My grandma took me and apologized for me making so much trouble, i knew this was not gonna end well. She brought me home, both her and my mother had a grin on their face. The last thing i remember is that my mother was cutting my fingers, she was indeed making soup. I woke up, my heart was beating like never before. Ever since that nightmare, i havent had a dream. Ive had that nightmare at 10 again. 11, again. I dont dream anymore, its either i have nightmares or nothing.

Im also just learning how to write stories as well so it will look bad.