In her nightmare, she walks through a corridor lined with mirrors.
Then she arrives at a room where a monstrous wolf seems to be waiting for her.
The dream scares the hell out of her.
The day she decides to visit a witch to help her deal with the...
The first time I saw the dream, I woke up in a cold sweat. But the little one was crying, so I hurried to see what was wrong. I'd probably forget about the dream and never think of it again - it was nothing like your home getting burned or having the little one in hospital, right?
But the nightmare came back. Not every night, but too often to be ignored. It was always the same thing as a repeated movie scene or a song you play over and over again: I stood in a long corridor lined with mirrors. Tormented by a strong feeling that something was threatening me, I had to pass the corridor without looking at them. It was dark, so walking without watching the mirrors wasn't too difficult. There was a dim bluish light down the corridor. Anxious, I kept walking toward the light. I was attracted to it like moths to flames and even more; the light seemed to be CALLING me. I arrived in a narrow room.
An orange-haired she-werewolf stood inside it.
She grinned, baring her sharp teeth. Piercing green eyes locked on mine, she took a step toward me. Her orange hair was shining, a wild blaze in the darkness. I wanted to scream, but no voice came out of my mouth; I wanted to run, but my feet were unable to move.
She-wolf was holding a little teddy bear by the hand. She would probably tear it to pieces. I struggled to overcome fear and help the little thing, but this was beyond my forces. Her eyes turned blue, then red, then black. She scared the hell out of me. She would also tear me to pieces, that was for sure.
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A muffled scream came out of my mouth. No, I couldn't yell. The little one would wake up, and it'd be scared. So I bit my lips till they bled and stayed motionless in the darkness, heart pounding like a wounded bird fluttering to escape a cruel hunter.
In the daylight, I tried not to think about my haunted nights. Usually, it worked fine. My job is to clean houses and offices, it's exhausting. Back at home, I've got to take care of the little one and watch it all the time. There's no room for whimsies in my day.
But the nights were a horror. The only way to avoid the dreadful she-wolf was to stay awake. Absentmindedly watching whatever was on TV in those late hours, while torturing my brain, trying to make sense of the nightmare. Impossible to figure out its meaning, never mind how hard I tried.
As soon as my eyes closed, the orange-haired werewolf's face appeared; I jerked and struggled to avoid falling asleep.
