Short horror stories

Just a dream

After spending the day with my boyfriend Dylan, I lie down on my bed exhausted. Once I fell asleep thinking about my day with him, I have this dream, a dream in which Dylan walks down a road when a car comes rushing in ,
and hits him.

I see him laying there on the cold, wet road, blood trickling down his forehead and lips...

...he wasn't breathing, he was dead.

I wake up with a start, trying to catch a breath, tears streaming down my cheeks as I try to calm myself down thinking it was just a dream and look at the watch. 2:26 am. I quickly run my hands on my night stand to search for my phone and I then dial Dylan's number on it. After a while he picks it up and I am relieved to hear his voice. He tells me it's just a dream and I should go back to sleep and not worry too much.

I sleep peacefully that night, but little did I know I would get a call from the cops the next day stating that while Dylan was returning to his house from mine around 12 o'clock, a car hit him where he died on spot.
His phone was found in his pocket badly damaged and shattered due to the impact.

Written by -
Sreeshti@25