As I walk down the darken hallway.. I.. I see it... I see the thing that killed my mother and father and its bloody head was turning towards me..
Do I run or do I stay?
My feet quickly decide to run...
I can hear the screaming.... It won't stop..
I wake up..
"It was just a dream?" I say out loud? As my mother calls me down for the bus.. I run out the door and get onto the bus..
My name is Cassidy.. I'm 16 and I guess not normal?
I have these weird dreams.. Always end with someone close to me dieing...
I haven't told my parents.. They might send me to a crazy house..
But it's been getting worse.
I start seeing my dreams replay in school.. Or I see a bloody figure at the end of the hallway..
I just feel like I can't get out of my mind..
What's wrong with me?....
(Part 1 end)
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Trapped (a short horror story)
Short StoryTrapped is my own thought of horror written in a short story. I hope to make more soon.
