The Gray Mustang

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You know when the lead character of a movie says ha, nothing can go wrong, something bad happens, well that's what it seemed like for me.
I leaped out of my bed and changed in record time. When I came out of the cabin, there indeed was the gray Mustang car from my dream confirming my thoughts. Yes, the nightmares were coming true and things would only get worse, nightmares would come, and it made me mad, like all the horrors had said.
A pale man who looked like he had never seen sunlight walked out of the car. His hair was yellow like a duckling's down and his eyes a bloodshot red. "Miss, I'm here to take Lia, that girl over there." He said pointing to me with his boney pointer finger. His voice matched the invisible man's chalk board with nails screech and his shoes made the same footprint of the muddy ground. It seemed like a do or die sort of time, so I quickly made a decision. I took off in the direction of the woods. The invisible/pale man, or as I called him, Mr. Mustang, he called out my name and started his car. He turned out of the camp lot and headed down the road closest to the woods.
------the first night in the woods------
I sat down on a molding log trying to catch my breath from the long run I had made. It turned night a few hours ago and I was scared. I was scared because of Penjar, the purple cat, Mr. Mustang, and myself. I was worried that when I was going to sleep, I would have a nightmare and have a horror confronting me in my face,when I woke up. I stayed on the log I had found some 20 minutes ago and thought about the day. First, Mr. Mustang was chasing me, I was in the woods, and I had no idea how to go back home or to the wretched camp of fear. Sooner or later I did fall asleep, and I had my worst nightmare yet.

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