Horror Story

Nightmare

It always the same, repetition dream and always wake up screaming my lungs out.

It begin when I was a five years old girl.

I dreamt about my granny's death. I saw her, walking in the middle of the day, with me beside her. I knew the path, the same path as we usually take when we went to the market. I saw a lot of our neighbour passed by. We walked together, me sang some songs and she smile listening to my singing. But just in front of the market, in front of a lot of people, I cannot felt her hand, that should be tightly held my little hand. She just, disappear into the thin air.

The first time I cried and screamed her name till she woke me up and hug me. Shush me, saying everything is okay, it'd just a nightmare, when in fact, it wasn't.

Ten months later, she really vanished, in front of a lot of people. Just, gone like she never existed. And that was the first time we bury a coffin without a body.

After that, the nightmare continue.

From my granny, to my closest friend when I was ten, my lover when I was seventeen, and now.

Now I dream about the universe where I never know. The place where everything is so bright, so white, so much happiness. No one will die, no one will cry, pure happiness.

And I cannot wait till the time come, as I watch the news this morning, telling us that our time is running out

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Three..
Two..
One..

Well, at least, my nightmare is good this time.