What do you think about this short horror story?

Question

I had a dream that I just HAD to write about. It was so vivid and real. Anyway, here it is and tell me what you think about it:

An old, rusty warehouse loomed over a lake, its back to the sun. Its shadow was much darker than the others surrounding it. John felt drawn to it and he proceeded to turn the knob of the rusty door. To his surprise, he found the warehouse occupied with quite a number of people. John looked around. A staircase lead to a second floor, the first floor was dirty and barren, there was no furniture, and everything screamed, "Haunted house!" However, the people were much worse. John only recognized three people. One was his mom, another was a friend named Ryan, and the last was another friend named Sarah. Their clothes were shabby and torn, their faces were pale, they seemed to radiate sadness and all they did was sit. John walked around for a little bit but nobody seemed to care that he was here. His curiosity of the second floor grew but he didn't "man up" enough to go up there.
Instead, he asked Sarah, "What happened here? Why are you guys like this?" Sarah gave John a gloomy stare and answered, "Only if you push that button over there will you know." John looked and found a black button on the other side of the room, set on a pedestal. "That wasn't there before," John said to Sarah. Sarah shrugged and resumed her previous fetal position. At this point, John became very timid. His thoughts started conflicting with each other, "Push the button. NO! It's a bad idea! Just look what happened to them! But aren't you curious? Just push it. One push won't do anything..." John walked over to the other side of the room and looked at the shiny, black button. It was so enticing. He looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody was looking. Indeed, everyone had his or her head down. "Just one quick push," thought John. He quickly pressed the black button.

The lights went out. John turned around but saw nothing; it was pitch black. He turned around again, only to find that the button and the pedestal were gone. In their place was a window. He saw through the window that it was night outside. An ominous fog loomed past his view. "Wait, what? Wasn't it bright and sunny before I came here? I've only been here for a short while too," thought John. He turned back around and called out, "Can anyone hear me?"
No answer.
"Alright! Joke's over. The button was a light switch. Big deal! Someone turn the lights back on."
No answer.
At this point, John was getting very worried. He took a big breath and took one step forward, and then another, and then another, and then another. Suddenly, a single light bulb came on, illuminating only him. It wasn't very bright and was comparable to a dim and fading flashlight. In the dim spotlight, John made out a hand by his foot. A little scared, he half-jumped away from it. That's when the lights came back on. To John's horror, everybody was face-down, lying on the floor, cold, unmoving, and all in their own pools of blood.
"Okay guys. Not funny..." said the shocked John. To worsen the matter, the blood was rapidly spreading and covering the floor. And to even further worsen the matter, the blood was filling up the room like how one would fill up a bathtub with water. John hurriedly tried all the doors but they were locked. He noticed the warehouse was also suddenly different. The walls were pure, reddish-orange, metallic rust. A metallic clang resounded in the warehouse as if someone was pounding an axe onto a metal grating. The staircase was also gone. In its place was a door that was also locked. Ankle-deep in blood, frantically searched for an exit. One of the people slowly got up and John stopped dead in his tracks. He probably would have been a little relieved that someone got up except for one fact, the man was faceless. The others rose and revealed their facelessness. As one, they faced John, hands outstretched towards him, and slowly trudged towards him. Their muffled screams sounded from their now non-existent mouths. John pressed his back against the new staircase door and desperately turned the knob. It opened. John hurried in and slammed the door behind him. He saw the new room and froze. He didn't know which one was worse: the bloody room full of faceless people, or this room.
This room was full of sharp objects, each apparently used on something for they were all bloodsoaked. There were meathooks hanging from the ceiling, sharp spikes from protruding from the walls, and the center of the room had a table with meat cleavers of every size and shape. A hulking man was inspecting the knives. Then...
I woke up.

Answer 1

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Wow, I really like it. Your description of it reminds me of a nightmare I had recently and HAD to write it out as well; it was so stinking real and terrifying. You did a good job putting this into words. Nice. I like it!

:):):)

Answer 2

i.......LOVE IT! i do feel bad you had to dream it but very good writing i love you style!

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Answer 3

WOW.


I love writing but you just kicked my butt!

Answer 4

Well, I'm not the horror type, but I think it's great!!!

By the way, 'Amazing SMiley Girl', I just wanted to leave this message for you and ONLY YOU:

Get a life you ghey a**hole