I am sleeping peacefully in my room when I wake up with a start. Someone paces around my house, the sound of paper crumbling in their hands, raising my pulse and making me feel choked with fear.
Slowly getting up from the bed, I dial my parents' numbers one after the other, but the house doesn't resonate with the ringing of their phones, and I feel paralyzed. Time moves slowly as I move toward the door.
When my parents return, they find nothing amiss, and we have a good laugh about my irrational fears.
The next day, my father leaves for the office in the morning, and once the daily chores are done, my mother and I sit in separate rooms, with her reading and me catching up on some office work. Seeing my laptop battery is almost depleted, I get up to get the charger from my bag, when I see a paper pasted on the wall of the small corridor between the rooms and the main hall.
Thinking my mother might have pasted it, I walk towards it, but then I see a person going into the kitchen. I feel frozen, and when I try to scream, no voice comes out. Like a snail, I walk into my mother's room and somehow tell her about the man.
We both feel panicked and are about to discuss the next steps when the man enters the room with a gun in his hands.
Sweat dripping from my forehead, I wake up with a start, realizing that once again, I was caught in the web of my nightmares.
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Dreams
FantasyThis book will contain short stories mainly stories that I live through every night in my dreams. Are you ready to dive into a world full of action, horror, mystery and tragedy? 'I am about to pour milk in my cup when I hear two familiar names. Runn...
