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OS #13: 13th

My friend once told me about her dream.

It was surreal, like a nightmare she said.

At first I didn't believe her but then she started to narrate her nighhtmare. Her words brought chills to my spine. 

"Namatay ako sa panaginip ko, Jessa. I felt like dying, really. I just felt an excruciating pain, like all of my bones are ripping apart, and my flesh is being slashed. It hurts like hell." -

I looked at her with disbelief. 

"Tapos? Anyare?"

Kinwento niya lahat ng naaalala niyang pangyayari. She told me how the murdered butchered her like an animal. Naiiyak na ito, and terror is clearly seen in her eyes. But the last part sent questions to my mind.

"Then I saw a man with lots of blood in his hands tapos lumapit sa duguan kong katawan and whispered something. Sort of a number. 12th? If I'm not mistaken."

Days passed until one day I heard about my friend's death.

"Namatay sa panaginip. Di na nagising."

I was shocked.

I was dumb-founded.

I looked at her, sleeping peacefully.

But, no.

Her eyes are opened and terror is reflected in her eyes. She's dead. In her sleep. Dead. After 3days she was buried. The first night after she was buried, I had a nightmare.

It was a man, with bloods in his hand... stooping down on a body.

I froze.

It's my body!

I'm dead!

And I heard him whispered something on my ear which made me froze.

"13th".

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