Girl with Kitchen Knife tried to Kill Me

There was a suicidal girl who was either going to jump, drown herself, or cut herself to death. She had long black hair and was wearing some kind of a traditional dress.

Kinda like a cross between this girl,


and this girl...


So anyway.

A group, of about 5 or 6 of us, were trying to get her to become sane again. She held a huge kitchen knife, and you could see it shine every time she fixed it against the sun in the right angle. It gave me the shivers. We kept talking to her, telling her to put the knife down, to talk to us about it, and that everything was going to be all right.

She was standing on the edge of the pool, and we could not get to her by walking around. She'd just inch away. So we just jumped into the pool and swam toward her.

And you know what? She jumped into the pool and swam toward us, her knife in hand.

My heart skipped a beat and I panicked. I was moving too slow. She was moving extraordinarily fast for someone who was in the water. She swung the knife anywhere and everywhere. She cut something. There was blood. The blood slowly dispersed into the pool water, and we were swimming in blood. There was more blood. There was a scream. I pushed and ran and swam. I had to get away from her. I had to avoid her. She was crazy. She had a knife. There was blood everywhere.

I escaped, and so did a few others.

I looked down at the pool. There was body parts and the clear water had turned into murky blood water. The girl stood on the other side of the pool. She still held her kitchen knife. She stared at us.

And at that point, I seriously did not care if she killed herself. I wished she killed herself. I would love to kill her myself.

But she walked away and I woke up. Thank god.

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