"Hurry up," the woman called out to her, "We're leaving!"
"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?" she replied, leaning against a pole, texting on her smartphone.
The woman simply turned around and walked on. Intrigued by her mysterious demeanor, she decided to follow the strange woman. Upon getting a little closer to her, she noticed a young boy and a man no more than twenty waiting for them. In front of them was a masked figure shrouded in a black cloak with a green bag underneath it.
"Well, now that everyone is here, we can go. Yay!" the figure clapped it's glove-covered hands and said in a masculine, yet sing song voice.
They walked forward and then took a sharp left into a dark alley that held nothing but darkness as far as the eye could see.
After about another thirty minutes of walking in silence, the masked figure turned around and faced the people like a tour guide and said in an uncomfortably friendly voice, "As you all may know, we are standing in the legendary Viam mortis...."
Silence...
"Madam. Please step forward." the figure whispered in a dangerously sweet voice.
He stuffed his hand in his satchel and pulled out something that drained the colour out of the woman's face...
(A/N: this dream is based off a Japanese urban legend with my own flair.)
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Dream? Or Reality?
HorrorA young girl, called 'she' starts having strange dreams and visions, and everytime she wakes up, she forgets a fragment of that dream or vision but finds blood on her hands. Then things begin to get out of hand....
