Chapter 5

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When I went to sleep. I had an odd dream. I was. In the chain place again. And there I was, in the chains. And I noticed, they were rusty and old. They were, broken and about to fall off, so I went up to him. It was weird seeing myself like that. I look around and saw a small rock next to him, or well, me I guess. I pick it up and said. "Stay still". I lifted the rock above my head and thrust it down on the chains. They broke, and I instantly regret it. He smiled, I thought he was happy at first, but then. He looked up at me, his smile was, twisted. His eyes were bloody, he just stared at me. He didn't blink, he didn't turn his head. He kept his unchanging face in my direction and his eyes still on me. He began to get up but, still staring at me. He stood up and lunged at me, he pushed me and pinned me to the ground... I didn't scream. I didn't move. I was too scared. He lifted his hand and dug into my skin with his fingers. After ripping the right side of my cheek he jumped off me and went up stairs. He looked down at me, still smiling. He opened a door and ran out. As soon as the door slammed shut I woke up. I felt pain in my cheek and felt horrible when, I lifted my hand to it and. Felt blood dripping down my cheek. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I looked and there was a huge gash in the right side of my face. I got a towel and started to wipe it off when, something made me feel like my heart had stopped. From outside the bathroom, I could just faintly hear, the basement door open. With a low, silence breaking, creek. I slowly looked out the bathroom doorway. And there it was. The door, open wide as if inviting me to go inside. I slowly walked to the door, and began to walk down the stairs. The only light was from the kitchen. I could hear my heavy breathing and then. Laughing, there was laughing from behind me, I spun around and there he was. My devilish look alike. Eying me with the same cold, evil, bloody, dead stare, as in the dream.

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