It all started in a rustic house that was a mix of two previous housings I was in and a generic wooden shack. We were in the city's suburbs. Me and my sister are playing in the backyard-which-happens-to-be-next-to-a-street (which is a configuration that was seen on one of the streets I lived on), when my best friend rammed down the fence with a green 70's muscle car (mighta been a Chevy) and wearing a frog suit. He hands me one, and tells me we're going shopping. I wave my sister and father (who was sitting on the porch watching us). Cue timeskip.
When I come back, both of them are inside. But there's this black... mold thing growing on the house. And when it peels back, it looks like lava underneath. Like a dumbass, I try going inside - through a short vent because the door was also moldy, and I look down the hall - it's growing everywhere, and my house is extra decrepit. There configuration was as follows: there was a main hall going straight to the front door (and that area was completely clogged with a plug of the mold). From my position, there was rooms, in this order - right, room. Right, room. Left, bathroom. Right, kitchen. Anyway.
I peer into the first room. I see what was my mother... was. She was covered in the mold. In panic, I continue to the next room - my father and sister were laying on stretchers. My sister was being digested alive by the stuff, and my father was already mostly eaten, and his bones were sharp... Pretty much like they'd been turned to obsidian. I continue running down the hall, to my bathroom - and a blob of the stuff falls on my head. I look at myself in the mirror, and try to rinse the mold off - but all it succeeds at doing is making me watch myself melt.
Then I 'wake up'. The apartment is different. But oh well, it could be sleep confusion. I get ready to school. Timeskip. I head for science class - but there's a taped off area at the end of the corridor. Like a dumb shit, I go investigate. A full classroom, dead (and to the point of being dessicated). All laying on their desks... until all of their heads flip to look at me with glowing yellow eyes. I panic, turn around and start running... and of course trip. The floor feels like a tar-coated rubber carpet as I try to crawl away (without success) from the classroom. A friend picks me up, asks me if I'm alright and we actually DO manage to run away from it. Timeskip to lunch.
The cafeteria looked like the one from a school I only visited (not attended) a long time ago. Except everything outside is dark. The students are talking in hushed voices. Not bothering, I head to the locker room to pick up my lunch. (Don't question it).
The locker room was like a distorted version of the one in the school I attended for most of my high school experience. That locker room had a raised platform with locker rows, then more lockers the other way, in depth. Except that this one, the room was bulging - the lockers were assembled in curves, like space expanded in the middle of the room. Also there was lounge materials. I don't think twice, go back to class. Timeskip.
I return to the locker room. The lights are half-functioning, and it's dusk outside. There's two dead bodies on the lounge stuff - one on a recliner, the other on the table. I ignore it, go grab my stuff, students pour in. Then it happens.
The bodies raise. And they start killing people. With guns somehow. And the killed get guns too and kill more people. As that happen, I sorta start floating and I'm forced to watch the carnage as the floor of the locker room turns into a laughing face.
Then there's an alley. In the alley, there seems to be a dead dog. I find myself in a detective's office, reading a report from a cabinet. It goes back and forth from the pictures and report - like a bad, creepy sitcom. I get more info. "Was murdered by stabbing." "Was a mid-20's woman". "Was wearing a red dress". Every time the corpse gets more vivid with details until it gets up.
I wake up for real this time. Except not. I'm in my room. There's the corpse, complete with yellowed skin and blood splatters, crawling out of my wall with a knife ready to stab me. Until I manage to move my pinky toe which breaks my sleep paralysis. I feel dread. I stay there, on my bed, motionless, for god knows how long - the only thing that I could use to tell the time was the ticking of the clock. When the ticking stopped being audible, I end up leaping away from my bed (using my bedroom door as an impromptu brake) and turn on the light before leaping back to my bed and laying there, in the light, until my mom comes and check up on me because she saw light. Since I'm not sleeping for that night, I get on my computer - turns out to be 3:30.
Did I mention that, at the time, we only had silent, digital clocks?