The Third Nightmare

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I slipped into my creaky and itchy bed not wanting to go to sleep. I stared at the ceiling trying to think of rainbows and unicorns, but the purple cat and Pengejar kept returning to my thoughts. Soon, I finally slipped under the dark sheets of the dream.
I was walking out of a shack made of rotten wood, my feet kept on moving like they had a place to go to. It seemed like I had no control over my body, just one step, then another closer to whatever horror might be waiting for me. The area outside of the shack was a vast parking lot. My feet stopped moving and I waited there, for whatever was coming. A grey Mustang car drove into the lot, it skidded to a stop and the driver's window slid down. I looked for the face that rolled down the window, but I couldn't see anyone. The car door slowly opened and the dust kicked up by the car parted into the shape of a footprint. The pattern of footprints pasted onto the pavement came closer and closer to me, then stopped abruptly. "Hello, dahhhling." The invisible figure dragged out with the word sounding like nails against a chalkboard. The footsteps came closer and circled around me once, then twice, then three times. At three, I felt pressure on my shoulder and like the last dreams, the figure whispered into my ear words of horror, "thhhhhings will only get worshhhh."

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