The last thing i saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as i saw my alarm clock read 12:06, i heard my closet door creak open.
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Bedtime stories
TerrorIn the nights we´re walking, in the dreams we´re talking. In The stories they tell, It never goes well.
