My Dad used to work in a prison. Before it was a prison it was a place where people got executed.
One day my Dad was working the whole night and decided at about 2AM he would take a little nap, as he had finished all he needed to do. He fell asleep quickly but woke at about 3AM to the sounds of laughter and joy. He was about to stand up when he found he could not move his arms! He panicked and looked around to see what was happening. He turned his head and saw two monks holding his legs and arms. The monks were quite young and he knew they were not going to hurt him. Then one thing scared him so much he started shouting for help: The monks had blood running down their body everywhere! It trickled down their necks. The laughter got louder as though they enjoyed seeing him so scared. As soon as he shouted, the monks disappeared with a one last laugh and they were gone and he could move his arms again.
People ran into the room and asked what was wrong. So he told them what happened.
Everyone asked where the blood from the monks was. He looked everywhere and found not a drop of blood anywhere. They all told him it was a dream and nothing happened, but he knew it was not and stuck to his story.
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