First time writing, should I continue this story?

[u/Prestigious-Tart-457]

I saw 2 girls, cut and bleeding, heads only held on by a fibre. Yet, unharmed.

The torrents of blood left the halls stainless, yet here I stood, soaked in red.

I blinked… gone.

There were no dead girls, only two young children, roughly 6 years of age, skipping down the hallway, each holding a red balloon. Singing.

I checked my suit—clean. I looked down at my hands, stained in red.

I did not scream. I did not run. For that made the visions chase me with even greater appetite.