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Post by Andrew on Jul 25, 2010 16:07:17 GMT -5
It wasn't him.
He knew that, and yet, he was still stuck. He could see a figure running down the street; breathless and tripping over everything as she continued on her way. It was an odd sinking feeling in the pit of his being, that told him this wasn't just a dream.
It was foggy, he couldn't make out who it was that was running. He could hear crying. It was a girl... It was a girl who was the person that was running so fast. Panic set in his veins and he felt unsteady as she rounded a corner.
With each step she took, his heart thumped. What was this? What... There was a banging sound, like someone was knocking on someone's door. He could see it clearly now, it was.... He knew her. She went to the same mansion as him. Why.... did she look so frightened?
"PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!" He could hear her screaming, her voice carrying through the cold night air. "EMMA!" Emma? As in professor Emma? His stomach churned as the door flew open
"The.... is under...."
Gasping for air, Andrew flew straight up out of bed, eyes wide. No... He continually told himself it was nothing but a dream. But he knew... He just knew...
It was far from a dream.
It was a living nightmare. |
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