Chaptor 4: Nightmare

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I couldn't fathom it. There she was. Angela stood right there with her bright green eyes starting at me. I fell to my knees in such relief, with tears of joy as she stepped closer to me and gave a small smile.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" I tried to grab her hand to pull her closer to me, to protect her but she disappeared. No! I fell lower onto my hands sobbing, hearing footsteps once again. It was a human.

I looked up, my face completely moist trying to hide my fear but I couldn't.

It was him.

I weakly stood up as his demonic laugh filled the room.

It was him.

His blue shirt flowed in the breeze, his darker pants hung, baggy over his legs, his beard wasn't large or neatly trimmed.

It was him.

He could have been mistaken for a drunk, as he reached for my neck, as his glowing eyes stared into my soul. I started chocking, knowing this was my fate, today was my death.

It. Was. Him.

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