Why do nightmares feel so much more real than dreams? (NOT EDITED)

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                 'I went for the lid but someone grabbed my shoulder. The next thing I knew I felt something cold and metal pressed against my neck'
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           Without taking another breath, or thinking another thought, I clenched my fist, and turned around swung at the persons face, but they caught my hand before my fist could hit them. I looked up and I saw Jason. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"What the hell?!" Jason yelled.
"I-I'm sorry I thought you were-"
"A murderer or something?" He chuckled.
"Y-yes actually"
"Well here's your phone, I found it in the house."
But I hadn't actually left my phone here...
"Thanks"
We stayed there for another awkward 20 seconds.
"Well I, I gotta go um... Take my uh.. Cat for a walk, and um... Bedazzle my turtle, bye!" And with that I grabbed my phone no ran away. I didn't have to look back to know he was looking straight at me.
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Since yesterday , Jason has just been acting different , if I was entering my room I would notice him looking straight into my window, I would look at him and wave ur he would just look away. No one has ever lived there before them so it was weird.
There was a knock at the door, it mom answered it. She stayed home today for reasons I don't know. I went down stairs to see Milania at the door talking to my mom.     "Hi."
"Hiiiii, my brother said you came over yesterday , so I came over."
"Well, I have to go out , Ellie, don't leave the house unlocked , lock it if you go somewhere , and don't go far after dark-"
"Where are you going that you won't be home till dark?"
She was been doing this since a little over a month ago , dad left too, I still don't know where he is either.
"And where's dad?"
Milania just stood there watching the conversation between me and my mother.
"He's on business" Without another word she left, and let Milania in.
"What was that about?"
"I don't really know..."
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   "So what color do you want?"
It was 10:30 and Milania spent the night since my mom was out. We were painting our nails, like most girls do at sleepovers, at least that's what Milania says.
"Uhhh... Pink?"
"Are you just saying that because I like pink?" She smiled
"Uhhh... Yes?"I smiled
We both giggled. But something about her giggle was familiar, it was almost Iike,,, the one that I heard two weeks ago.....
"Milania, when exactly did you move here.."
"About... Two weeks ago, but we couldn't move in at first so we lived with my pop-pop  few blocks here.. There is a short cut through the woods in the back of our houses,  I could get from there to here really easyyy"
The way she said that gave me a really uneasy feeling in my stomach..
"H-how easy?"
"I could get from there to here in a matter of seconds, if only we new each other sooner, but it's feels like we did.."
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I wake up, the sun shining on my face, but Milania is gone, probably in the bathroom or something. I felt something cold against my chest. I look down to see my simple gold round locket. I brought it every where I go. The locket started to rise up higher on my chest as if someone was pulling it, than someone yanked it, strangling me. I put my hands to my throat, trying to get the locket off me.
I heard the same sinister giggle,a sound that has become familiar to me. I tried to to hit the hands of the person strangling me but it was like swatting at the air, I couldn't feel the person. They kept yanking harder and harder, and white spots started to fill my eyes , All of my memories flashing before me , as if I were to relive my life until this moment, all of my birthdays , Christmas's , Easters, Thanksgivings, and even halloweens, constantly dressing up as tinker bell or blues clues , and not taking the costume off until 5 months later. And than my head fell back and my thoughts began to slow.
Is this what it's like to die?
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I shot up from my sleeping position , sweat prickling my forehead, the sun wasn't out yet and Milania was still in the room, slightly snoring. I looked at my alarm and it was 3:16am .
It was just a dream.
But it didn't feel like one.
My throat felt scratchy and dry, and I felt my throat and my locket was against my throat , stuck to my skin with sweat, as if I were just actually strangled. I pulled the locket down and felt my neck, it had tiny indents in it from the chain.
I slowly got up and walked to my bathroom. I turned on the light and I was disgusted at my appearance. I was drenched in sweat, my hair clung to my face, and frizzy as hell, my eyes were puffy and crusty. My neck had indents from the locket chain, and it was puffy and red and a purplish blue in some places. I felt tears behind my eyes, and then. The same familiar giggle filled my ears, closer than usual, really close. I heard some shuffling than a small creek. I looked out of the bathroom door , light filling my dark room, and Milania was still laying there fast asleep, and my door was now wide open, It had been closed when I entered the bathroom. I heard some creaks coming from the hall, it's an old house so the stairs alway creak. I looked back at Milania , grabbed a bottle of hairspray ,and started to walk down the stairs. What am I gonna do, perfect the persons hair?
I heard another giggle,like a child playing hide and seek. But this was more like a snicker, and it was coming from a little bit older person, maybe in there mid 30's. It was defiantly female, or a very gay guy.( A/N please don't take that personal, or in any way an offense to bisexuals or homosexuals, thank you, mlb)
I was now down stairs and I sighed in relief and terror as no one was down here, but my front door was wide open, letting the cool night air enter my house.

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