Nightmares, Butcher Knives, and Mansions

The trees quickly passed by.
I could feel myself running, running.
I breathed hard and my pulse gained speed.
Darkness slowly closed in on my mind.
No escape of this hell was in sight.
I was desperate.
Something was chasing me.
A shadow? A ghost? A killer?
There was a voice heard in the distance.
"Emily," it called in a quiet taunt.
"Emily. Emily."
I dared to look back but there was nothing.
So why am I running?
"Emily. I'm a friend." I knew that voice from somewhere,
It was the voice from my every nightmare.
A mansion appeared in the distance through hazy trees.
"I know this place," I said quietly with fear and confusion.
As I past the last trees, ravens flew out toward the blood red moon.
My purple dress ripped upon the tall metal gates.
The mansion was dark, but not in a threatening way.
I could feel a sense of bliss as I lost myself in the wander and curiosity of its Gothic design.
But then a gust of icy wind crashed though the windows, breaking apart the dark beauty.
On the wind I heard the voice once more calling my name.
I turned around to run, but something held me still.
I felt a cold presence behind me.
And fear rushed down every bone in my body.
I turned my heard slowly, intensely to find the owner of that horrid voice.
A man's corpse stared back at me.
"At last the curse shall be lifted!" be shouted.
I screamed and ran for the door.
But it slammed shut in my face.
After a few terrorizing moments of staring at the ghost, I managed to speak.
"What curse?!" My voice was shaking with fear and confusion.
The spine hurt from shaking with great fear and my back started to go numb.
Then a laughed so menacingly that I thought my heart would burst.
A laugh so vile that haunts my every dream.
"The only way to break the curse...is to kill anyone who enters!" He grinned maniacally.
My eyes widened and my heart raced for I knew what was going to happen.
I felt a sharp, desperate pain and I desperately shook the doorknob.
I looked back at the demon who chased me here.
And from behind his back came the biggest butcher knife I had ever seen.
A glint of the blade. A scream...my room?
I sat up in my bed.
My hands were trembling and sweat trickled down the back of my neck.
My back was still soar from shaking so much.
Just a nightmare...nothing more.

A/N: My first attempt at a horror poem. I was listening to Aiden and there's a poem at the end of one of their songs about nightmares. It was cool. This...not so much. I actually edited a lot when copying my poem from paper to computer. So...yeah. It's OK. This is also my longest poem. It was 3 pages on paper.