The walls are melting, the paint peeling off. I start running as fast as I can running, running, running but I'm not going anywhere. The walls closing in on me, I scream. Someone approaches me, a knife shines in his hand. I try to run but he grabs my hood, I'm trapped! I jolt up in my bed coming to a realization that it was just a nightmare. I go to the bathroom, splash my face with water, but when I walk back to my room I see that the back door is open. I run the rest of the way back to my room, and slam the door behind me. I think to myself "it's ok the wind must have opened the door" but deep inside I know it's not the wind.
