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• The Nightmare •

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• The Nightmare •

" Mom! Mommy, where are you?" I rubbed my eyes while trying to figure out where I was. Why was I not in my bedroom? I thought to myself as I walked around this unknown place.

Feeling the wind coming from the North and hearing distant chatters made me paranoid. "Mom, this isn't funny anymore. Where are you?" I asked again while stepping on leafy branches under my bare feet.

"I'm right here, baby." I heard her voice echo from behind. I turned around, and she stood in the middle of nowhere, her arms out for a hug and a spotlight serenading her.

Running my little six-year-old body to her, I hugged her, and she rubbed my back. "Mommy, I'm scared," I told her. It's okay, Lennox; everything is going to be just fine," she said, but her tone was off.

I felt a gloomed cloud over my head, and something didn't feel right. I removed myself from her, and she looked at me once more. This time, it wasn't my mother looking at me; it was a different version of who I thought was my mother.

This version smiled at me creepily, and I took a few steps back until I was being chased down all through this maze with no sense of direction or protection.

Seeing a door marked with a red X, I tried to open it before I was caught; I wiggled the doorknob as I heard the whistle blow, making me whimper in fear. "Found you!" Her voice roared, and I tried to open the door until it magically opened.

Running inside, I fell into a deep, dark hole but couldn't see anything this time. A light suddenly appeared from the unknown, and I shielded my eyes from the brightness until I heard footsteps.

A tall figure with a black hood stood before me, and I whimpered in fear. "Don't touch me; my daddy can fight." I croaked out with sniffles to match. He walked towards me and then grabbed his gun and shot whoever was behind me.

I trembled in fear from the sound and looked behind me to see it was my mother bleeding out. "MOMMY!" I ran to her to suppress the blood, but it was too much. "Mommy, please wake up!" I yelled in tears as I heard her last breath.

Looking back at the tall, black, hooded figure, I said, "My daddy is going to kill you." I cried out while I tried to pull my mom up, but It was no use.

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