I was framed for murder?!

My dream started with me and my boyfriend Aaron searching on a buy and sell website called Kijiji; It is a sort of Crags list only it is more Canadian. 

[Warning before we go any further that as the story goes on it gets a little graphic, please be warned of this as a trigger.]

We like paranormal stuff so we were looking for antique items that could potentially be haunted. (That is not what this story is about honestly just setting the mood). So we find this interesting seller on Kijiji and they say that we have to go to such and such a property to see his crazy antique items. Like any Kijiji encounter, this is normal, to go to some random person's property to look over items people may have for sale.

We made our way to this strangers house. When we got there, again it was normal. Things were slightly dusty though it seemed that whoever lived there did not like to dust. The air was cold outside since it was around the time of autumn in Canada. The air in the house was quite chilly, it felt almost colder then it did outside. There was a huge open door that leads to the cellar. The man said that there were more artifacts down there so not thinking anything of it. And ignoring all the signs that this is a very creepy situation we followed the man.

As we continued, the stairs curved into a sort of box-like spiral staircase. When we lost sight of the man, we thought that maybe he was way ahead of us. With a loud door slam we "caught up" or so we thought. (Unknowingly he had tucked himself into a corner covered by a black sheet). I reached for the doorknob, it was very old and rusted, I could feel every bump and rase.

When the door swung open we shuffled into the room. With quite a delay we heard a snap and ropes moving. Without warning, a handle of a knife swung downward in a pendulum motion and almost cracked my Aaron in the face. It really only just looked like a piece of wood coming down from the ceiling. It was very odd indeed when he examined what had fallen he was very much surprised to see that it was a knife and that he had caught it right at the handle. 

[I must warn you this is the part where it is going to get gory and I wouldn't blame you if you had to click off that this point.]

There in front of us on a steel table was a body just laying there. Mutilated beyond recognition. The neck cut so deep that if you were to move the body the last remaining skin tissue would tear off. Limbs missing from the corps but all laying neatly next to the main upper body. In the areas of slashed flesh, the tissues began to curl and flake off. This was happening due to the changes in precipitation in this badly insolated basement-like room. Disgusted and almost puking me and Aaron fled the scene of the crime.

[End of the gory part].

The man who had led us there had a plan all along. He was working with a group of devil worshipers to cover up this sadistic murder. He filmed the whole part of us standing there with the murder weapon in hand! We found this out when there was a new cast about us! My own mother called me to ask me what I had done. She asked us what we were going to do in this situation that we have gotten ourselves into. We had no idea what to do! The police were after us! 

We got back home, grabbed all of our cash and passports and were on our way out to leave the country when things started to go into slow motion. Our only mode of transportation was my e-bike. We both hopped on it but the battery was dying. At the point our movements were so slow I started to panic.

And that is when I woke up terrified.

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