It was a dark and stormy night. The stars weren't shining as bright as they should. The city looked abandoned, like no one had been here before.
The wind made a spooky howling sound as I walked down the cold night streets. There was a breeze but not a pleasant one.
It filled the air with the aroma of fear. A regular person would be afraid. Being alone.
But I thoroughly enjoyed it. I wished it was always this way. I didn't care that there was no one to comfort me. The breeze started to blow harder as I walked further down the streets.
This is just a nightmare, though.
But I loved every bit of it. Seeing no one around me, just black and grey colors surrounding me made me feel more at peace.
As I walked, I saw that the street lights were flickering. Reminded me of my irregular mood swings.
I continued walking and saw a house. One house. In the streets. I walked towards it. It looked like a huge mansion! I thought, "Woah." In the movies, usually, people would get trapped or whatever.
I casually walked into the house and felt the chills. Of course. This is a nightmare. But one I enjoyed somehow.
I saw there was an old grandfather clock in the mansion. It said, 2:51 AM. It was close to 3.
"That's when the spooks happen." My deceased great-grandmother would tell me.
I stared at the clock. This was a dream so the numbers quickly ticked,
2:52, 2:53, 2:54, 2:55. 2:56, 2:57, 2:58, 2:59, and 3:00 AM.
The door started creaking right when it hit 3 AM.
Typical.
I heard howling sounds and a strange figure's shadow. Ah, am I being possessed now or something?
I looked behind me and the shadow disappeared. But when I looked ahead, I saw the shadow. Then the shadow turned into a purple mist. There was a keyhole shape in the middle of it. I looked around to find a black key. I found it quickly, however. It was right next to the grandfather clock. I picked it up and ran back to the purple mist.
I put it in and twisted the key clockwise.
I then suddenly woke up. I saw that I was in bed. I turned to my side and saw the plain white wall.
I was still in the hospital.
"Dreams don't always become reality," I whispered in agony.
