I was quite sure I was in a cemetery because everywhere was so pitch black and I could feel the spirits taking hold of my hand, of my hair, tearing the hell out of my clothes. I wanted to scream but a hand clamped on my mouth and nose. I was fainting. In my dark but blurred vision in the distance light,there was the silhouette of a man in a heavy drape coat and a wide hat.I could cl arly make out the pocket knife in his pocket.The hands were tighter around me now that I couldn’t grip free.could not move.Could not scream I tried t bite but felt nothing.He came closer his clothes were clearly seen in the lamp post that just turned on.He was familiar if only I saw his face.But his face……was all black and they released the hands on my throat.I thought I was about to be set free.Until I saw the sharp ending inches away from sinking into my flesh.I sreamed
Dreams were.never a part of me and I never dreamed.Okay I would admit that I’d dreamt a couples of times when I was young.But that was a different case.That was when I could see into my future
