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Bad Dream



I haven't slept in days. I'm afraid of having the same dream again. The whole thing is still crystal clear in my mind. Sometimes it plays on repeat like some kind of old grainy film.



I'm running through a hallway with many doors. The sound of my shoes echos in multiple directions, creating a cacophony of sound. I don't know what's chasing me. Some of the doors are open, but I don't want to enter. I don't even want to discuss the things going on inside the rooms. Thinking about it makes me nauseous.



When I'm finally out of breath, I bend over and accept my fate. I start to cry in painful sobs and slump to the floor. The thing that's after me, though, never shows. I cry myself asleep on the cold floor of the hallway.



I wake and I'm paralyzed. I look up into the eyes of a shadowy human esque figure. Those eyes, I can never forget them. They're filled with hurt and malice. The person pries my mouth open with bony, cold fingers. I can still taste them in my mouth. They stick out a long serpentine, rotting tongue and slide it down my throat. I tear up and choke before actually waking up.



Now my girlfriend is coming over. I tried to tell her not to, but it spoke for me. “Sure honey,” it said. “I'd love to see you.” I know its intentions, considering it used me to grab a knife after getting off the phone with her.