The Dream

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She nervously walked into the familiar yet strange abandoned warehouse but there were wretched black shadows creeping up the walls and ceiling reaching out for her as though trying to swallow her into the darkness. She smelled something rotting like a corpse as her eyes lay transfixed at the large blood-red spatters that stained the stacked up wooden crates labelled EXPLOSIVES. The dimming light bulbs brightened with a quick flash and she caught a glimpse of a skeleton laying on the ground as the bulbs erupted and everything went pitch black. As the clouds uncovered the moon, the light emanating from it lit up the room through the open windows and she stood there petrified as three hooded figures glided towards her. Her father appeared behind her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder saying "I'm sorry". He abruptly left with an expression of pity leaving her screaming "Father! Father! Don't leave me here!"

"I'm sorry" and he was gone after saying just two words. The figures were a few inches away and she could hear their cold breath rattling on her neck. They pulled out a knife covered in dry blood and whispered in a ghastly voice "You're next".

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