The Tiger Chase

I don't often have bad dreams (just weird ones), but this is one I woke up from. Surprising, really. I love tigers in real life.

I'm on a tour of a dingy, run-down castle with a large group of strangers. We're walking across beams and past old tapestries covering stone blocks. We all hear a sort of purring, growling noise, and turn around to see we're being followed by a large tiger.

Suddenly, the tiger attacks, picking off the people at the back of the group while the rest of us run. Blood is absolutely everywhere, and people are screaming. Out of breath, those of us left wind up in the castle's kitchen, and the tiger comes in and locks the door. I grab a knife, tell everyone to run, and...

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