I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding, as I realized that the nightmare I had just escaped from was only the beginning of the horrors that awaited me. It was challenging, moving down here. Painfully, it is the day we go. The day we go down. Every June it gets to hot underground and everyone must go down but little do they know there is stuff down there. Every year on June 1st I have these dreams. Terrifying, no death defying nightmares and they always consist of the same thing. I don’t quite know what it is or where it came from but every dream it kills something that I love. My mom, dad, brother, sister, dog… there’s so many I can barely count. But today is the day where no one died. Thats how I know they all will.