The Room

The Dream

Again... I see the same dream every night... The same room, the same kid with the mask....That mask... I will never forget it.

My curiosity is eating my soul. I want to see his face.... but every time I wake up in fear to go back to sleep.

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I fell asleep at the same time as usual, but this time, it was a little different somehow. I spawned in a room, facing a rocking house. No one was in it. The silence was interrupted by the soft Creek, making the room somehow watching you.

Suddenly I was sitting on a bed, it's blanked was once purple but now it's just a muddy rag. The pillow was dusty, and a weird smell was coming out of it.

Weird heands crawling under the bed , and sinister voices were crossing trough my mind.

A huge door opened in front of me, and the pitch black room was lightened by a small candela.
While my eyes were getting used to the tiny light I saw him.... The little kid with the mask, all though I wasn't sure if it was a boy....

"Follow me..." he whispered like, extending a bloody hand, disordered in shape and small in size. "Follow me... to the room"

It's was hard for meto breah, it seamed like there was no air left in the room. I stood up and walked to the door...the little kid was standing still with his hand extended to me.

When I was close enough to to him he brutally grabbed my arm and pulled me trough the pitch black coridor, his candle wasn't shining anymore, everything was dark.

While I was being dragged by the kid I was doing my best to pull his mask....
When I finally managed to pull it off, I woke up in my room screaming.

Why do I keep seeing this dream?

This chapter was written because LyckaTDM23 managed to convince me that my book doesent suck!!!
Thank you 💖
I'm really sorry this chapter is so short, but at least I wrote it...
It's just so stupid of me to sit here and not write anything for months.
Thanks for reading😘.