My eyes jolt open, I had that dream again... I always have that dream, I hate it so much... the worst part is I always forget about the dream after I wake up, I cant even remember what happened in it now... So i try to get up and get a drink or something, I look across the room to my clock, 3:20 am... I try to move my leg so I can get up, but I... I can't. I panic a little and try to remain calm, so then I try to move my fingers. Can't move those either. I open my mouth to call out to somebody, even though I highly doubt anyone's still up... But when I open my mouth, nothing. no words. I can't speak, all that comes out is air. Now I start to panic. I don't know what to do, so I figure maybe I'll be able to go back to sleep and when I wake up, this will all be over, so I try to calm down and go to sleep, i close my eyes, feel something touch my leg, and- wait. touch my leg? I hear something, it sounds like breathing, right next to my head. there's someone there. Oh god. Just move dammit, please. Just get out of the bed and run. I can't. I feel it touching my legs again. Move. Its fingers are like claws, i can feels it cutting into my skin. Get up. I just can feel it staring a hole into the back of my head... Get out of there. It's moving, it's going to kill me, I know it. I can feel its blade like fingers slowly dragging against my throat. Wake up. It's going to kill me. Wake up. I can't move, I'm going to die. Wake up. I can't move, I'm frozen. Wake up. I'm going to die, I-
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Wake up.
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Author's Note: At first I planned on keeping this just a short story and ending it here, but recently we made an agreement and I'll be continuing this story and cowriting it with AngelLauderdale, so I hope you look forward to the next chapter and enjoy the story. Also, you should check out Angel's page, she has good stories!