It's night.
I am a girl in my thirties but I have both memories, I know who I am out of this dream and I know this is a dream.
I'm at home, I live on the ground floor and a glass door separates me from the garden. I'm alone in the house.
Now I remember something, I have two small children and a husband but for a few days I felt observed. It was as if someone was following me. After a few days I was able to be sure, he was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, I had seen him looking out my window one night when my husband had not yet returned.
I felt stalked when I went to the supermarket, when I took my children to the park to play, when I went to visit my mother or the neighbors.
I remember yesterday there was a party in my house, I have flashbacks of happy people with hats on their heads, balloons and banners hanging here and there. Whose birthday was it? Maybe one of my children? Or maybe mine?
I remember that at the party someone, perhaps my mother, told me to be careful of the people I met and that the person who was stalking me could be anyone.
Anyone.
I am at home and I am alone. The air is crisp but gray and a bit hazy at the same time. I'm in the kitchen, in front of me is the table and behind me is the glass door. I don't feel safe.
I walk down the corridor to my right which is illuminated by a soft light and arrive in the bathroom.
I close the door behind me.
The air is changing, I feel it. The fog around me trembles as if only my mind is shaking. something terrible is about to happen and it will happen now. At that moment I think "damn, it looks to be in a horror movie. but if I have to die I will face my executioner. I want to look him in the face."
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Nightmare 3: The stalker / The killer / Stalk her / Kill her
HorrorAnother nightmare, the third, but this time is a different story. hope you'll like it.
