Blood to wake up to

I'm standing in a valley or canyon. There's a little girl about 11 in front of me. She's wearing a white dress... She has white skin, long black hair, and black eyes. She looks at me curiously. She reaches out for me and her hands are those of an 80 year old woman with long black nails like fine blades. I flinch and she is upset with me... But she smiles knowingly. She disappears... But in her place one by one my family members. As they appear the ground eats them one by one. Loud crunching sounds, screams, and geysers of blood. I can't move. I can't scream. I can't save them. The last one leaves a blood drop to fall on my arm. I wake up still feeling the blood drop.