Reoccuring Dream

When I was a bit younger, I used to have a horrible reoccurring dream. I was only maybe 7 or 8 when it started.  I used to sleep with my mom every night, and the night terrors seemingly began around the time my mom left and I started sleeping alone. It would begin normal, kind of happy in fact. The first one was of me taking care of my neighbors kids who were younger than me. I was supposed to watch over them while my mom and their mom were next door. The three of us were just watching television, the windows were open, and there was a cold breeze, I walked down the hallway to do something, when I had a bad feeling. I turned around to check on them only to find them missing, but two giant puddles of blood on the carpet. I then run away screaming next door, looking for my parents frantically, but they aren’t there anymore. Two more big puddles of blood are there instead. That’s where I first see it. The shadowy figure, about 7 or 8 feet tall, black shadowy, but still transparent, faceless, yet I can understand its emotions. If he passes through you, he turns you into only blood. And from here, I run upstairs (even though the apartment didn’t have an upstairs), and look behind me. It’s still chasing me, taking its sweet time, as I keep running, panicking for my life. At that point I woke up from that dream, but the nightmare kept occurring, although slightly different, the shadowy figure was still there. In the last one I had, at around the age of 11, I was running through Seminole Baptist Church, running and running.  I started running up into the steeple area, until there were no more stairs and I was forced to bolt out the door. The figure, still bellowing behind me, I climbed onto the top of the steeple somehow and looked down. Below me was the city of Springfield engrossed in darkness. But the terrifying part was that you couldn’t see the ground. The whole ground, as far as the eye could see, was a sea of blood. I checked behind me and the thing was approximately 6 feet away and getting very close, and that is where I jumped off the roof, diving into the sea of blood, waking up before I could splash.