There came a long screech as I open the basement door and then I saw it. The floor in our dark cold basement had been covered in blood. Then behind me I felt a drip drip drip. I looked over my shoulder and saw him. I had seen the ghost of our neighbor. It had been a couple of years when he took his life with a shot from a shotgun blast to the mouth. He began to scream but it wasn't really a scream since he had no mouth really to make those noices. Then I took a screwdriver and drove it through his neck. Making him bleed this type of black fluid. He began to tear at my arm. Making cuts large enough that they would need stitches. He began to tear at my arm faster and then he pulled my arm out of my socket. I yelled and screamed for help but nobody would listen. Then he ripped my arm off and the blood was gushing and the pain was unbearable. Then I fell down the stairs when my arm got ripped off. As soon as I hit the pavement I woke it. For what seemed to be my fate had only been a nightmare.