I was dressed in a 1950s dress, heels and pearls.
My son was going to stay with my mom for a few days. He was 5 years old. I was getting his toys together. I took an armful of stuffed animals, Jered took his suitcase, and my son carried a toy. It was night, and there were three steps down from the door to the sidewalk. There was a Santa Claus stuffed doll on the stair. I told my son to grab it. He did, and walked away with his father. I started down the steps and the sidewalk vanished, it was all gravel and dirt. I fell. I was trying to get up and grab the toys when everything went cold. I was suddenly terrified, and I ran to the house. The door tried to slam shut on me, but I squeezed through.
I stood in the living room when I realized my door was unlocked. I called out to my husband and son. No answer.
The door started to swing open. I ran to shut it, but I couldn't. I looked around the door, there was my son but he was monstrous and corpselike.
I woke up in a panic, and I was in my bedroom