My scariest dream was my first.
It was 1:00 in the morning. I was starving. I crept downstairs, but then I heard the TV on, so I figured my father was down there, too. I walked to the kitchen table, and there was a bowl of Cheerios. Naturally, I ate. When I finished, I shouted(keep in mind I was 2) "CAN I HAVE SOME MORE CHEERIOS?" As I said that, like I said the magic word, a ghost popped out of the cereal bowl, grabbed me, and said "Come with meeeeeeee..."
And then I awoke.