Dream;
Blood, all blood, the blood that was everywhere - on the walls, on the floor, on me and on my dad.
A harsh contrast between the white on my dress and the white of my dad's dress shirt.
The lively colour of my dad's face now a ghostly white only coloured by the vile, red paint coating his skin.
A scream pierces the night air - a scream, I now recognise as my own.
As the masked intruder smiles cruelly at his victim then coyly at me.
End of Dream
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