Should I Call This A Nightmare?

My name is Shan Kaye. I'm a second year high school student in Japan. My mom sent me there to to study the Japanese culture because my father is japanese. Things went well until my father had to go to Canada for his buisness there. I was left in an all-girls dormitory near our school. Where in that place, something horrid is about to happen.

I was studying that night when I heard the dreadful screams of my dorm mates. When I went out, I found out that our landlady was entering every room, killing all the girls. I, with a handful of other girls went running around to escape from the killer. It  was survival of the fittest. The last one gets killed. It's just like a game of "pacman" but it's reality, it's.. DEATH.

Only five girls left. We rushed through the fire exit and went down the stairs.We turned the corner and me, the third, saw the fifith one getting killed. Blood spurted out with a scream of terror. I saw it all. I heard it all.

The girl on my back, she knew she was next. She stopped runningand gave up . A hand tapped her shoulder and I saw a knife peirced deep into her throat. Then came the bloody rain.

"Three more to go", I heard the landlady whisper. I'm next!!! We managed to escape through the fire exit but we met a dead end. Three of us went in different directions. The landlady saw the second one and immediately killed her. Blood was gushing all over the room again.

I hid behind the door but too late, the killer saw me. Two of us left, I saw the other girl. She already found a way out. My attacker approaching me, my last dorm mate ran to stop her and got killed instead. She already found a way out but still, she went back to save me. Her blood dripping on the floor, she smiled at me and went out of breath. Even thought she saved me, I still knew I was going to die. DIE. Will i die? The word itself echoes through my mind with fear.

As I heard the killer's slow footsteps approaching me, I kept on sweating and got ready for my death. She swung the door and stared at me. She had eyes those of a blood thirsty beast, she raised her knife with her bloody hands, dripping. As she prepared to strike, I closed my eyes as tight as I can, waiting for pain...

I gently opened my eyes and... sunlight shone through me. It's morning! I thought about all of it.. it was just a dream. Or should I call it a nightmare?