The Conjuring

Realization

I sat down at the kitchen table as my tired mind processed my dream. The reason I did this was because I'm a writer. A fiction writer to be exact and that good ol fanfiction was one of the many things I wrote on a daily basis. My dreams played into that as my mind tended to dream up ideas I understood. But this dream was just so strange. It felt so real, in fact I could still feel the blood on my foot even though it was never there at all.

My sister rushed in shock on her face.

"Did you see this?" She asked me.

"No what are you talking about?" I answered.

She handed me her phone which showed a news article.

GRUESOME MURDER ON THE STREETS OF CHICAGO

Just late last night young Ms.Amelia Barker was having a night on the town when she left for the bathroom and never returned. This she was still nowhere to be found, when a young jogger discovered the gruesome scene.

Then I saw a picture of her. The face oh god her face. What was once a beautiful young woman was a mutilated corpse. A corpse that was the exact face I saw in my dream. The woman whose blood I had stepped in. Good god this had to be some sick coincidence.

"Ah yeah that's gruesome." I said meekly.

"You ok?" She asked.

I nodded yes and went to get my breakfast. My sister left the room concern flowing off her like a waterfall.