Nightmares

You're walking through a dark hallway, screams echoing from somewhere below. You turn and see a staircase going down, a final scream echoing up. Something compels you to go down, even though every part of your body tells you not to.

The room at the bottom is massive and unfamiliar, made of cold grey stone hut that barely registers compared to the bodies strewn about. Men and women with dead eyes, each with a bloody gaping hole in their chest, their faces frozen in agony. In the middle of the room on a slab you see a woman carving into a man's chest with something, only to pull out his heart. As the victim's body grows still you watch the woman begin to eat her horrible harvest before turning to you.

"Come to join in the festivities Morgan?" You barely recognize the face of Celeste behind the gore caked on her face. Her body is covered in strange markings, burnt and scarred into her flesh, with pentagrams being the most common element. As she stalks toward you she opens her mouth, a jagged maw of razor sharp teeth, to lick away blood with an inhumanly long tongue. Her slitted pupils practically glow with glee as she raises the dagger to plunge into you...

And then you wake up with a start. You look around the bedroom in a panting panic until you find Celeste. Your let out a sigh of relief as you see the girl you've come to know over the previous week, not whatever bloodthirsty monster you just dreamed about. As you rise from your tiny bed you see a cloth bundle on the nightstand next to it, is that why you had that nightmare? You unwrap the dagger again and stare at it in your hands. Celeste did say it was trouble but could sleeping near this thing really be responsible for nightmares?