I look over at the clock, it reads 3:07, then her nails plunge into my chest. I sit up gasping for breath then realise it was just a dream. The clock reads 3:06 as my closet door opens, revealing a woman's shadow with long nails.

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I look over at the clock, it reads 3:07, then her nails plunge into my chest. I sit up gasping for breath then realise it was just a dream. The clock reads 3:06 as my closet door opens, revealing a woman's shadow with long nails.