Todays nightmare:

I am working on a painting about Bloody Mary, then I decide to think of a chilling lullaby to go with the painting. Just then I hear what sounds like a small group of people coming up the front stars singing the song I just made up. I look out the peephole and slenderman is standing there. Suddenly he starts punching the door with his palms and the whole house starts to vibrate. The pounding gets louder and louder. I don't know how much of this I can take. Where to go?