Fiction

soul

I have been having the same dream regularly since I was a child.

I wake up and I’m  in my bed, there is someone in the house.  I can hear the footsteps moving around, coming up the stairs, slowly, if I stay still, maybe the person won’t come for me.

I can hear him coming down the hall, and I can see his shadow,  he has a knife , and he is coming for me.  I scream, I wake up, relieved, except there’s someone at the bedroom door, and this time , I can’t scream.

 

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