It was dark and she
was shivering.
“Shh… Hear that?”
He didn’t hear
anything.
The smell of
freshly-cut grass fluttered in the air contrasting with the overgrown garden
next door.
“There is someone
behind that tree.”
Stars blazed in the
night sky and their beauty was not enough to ease the fear.
A soft whisper flew
closer in the night breeze. Red eyes, he thought.
“It’s there,” she
pointed, her finger shaking.
“There are other ways
to get lost,” the whisper murmured.
“Didn’t you hear?”
she asked nervously.
He shook his head.
“It’s just the subway
underneath. The manholes let the voices from underneath come up to the street,”
he said.
Exhale, she thought,
just exhale.
He touched her wrist.
She was grateful for his company in that dark garden. When she turned around…
“I told him not to
come back,” his eyes red and swollen. “But he cannot be stopped. He is stronger
than me.” His face puffed up and got distorted, his hands and arms twisted, his
legs deformed.
She took a step back in
horror.
“You don’t know yet,
but you’re already dead,” he whispered in a soft murmur reaching out to grab
her.
On that same instant,
she woke up. “Welcome to my mind,” she thought weary of the next night and the
next dream.
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