Do you ever wonder why you dream of something, and that dream feels real? Sometimes as real as you are?
Sometimes... even more real than life?
People receive messages, answers in their dreams. Usually towards how they're feeling, or what they need or have to do for a future situation. Whatever for the reason of dreams you have. There is, a reason, you have them.
Maybe a bigger reason than you realise.
Maybe...
Maybe.
I felt wind around me... cold.
Uncomforted feelings, and uncertain thoughts to why I was outside.
The sound of the wind whistles, and I'm looking at my hands and arms.
Blood stained them both. Up to the elbows.
Soaked with guilt of something I had done;
And guilty I was.
I looked towards a building I recognised slightly.
Like any other home in the country.
Brick layered walls; coloured brown to look like wood.
Windows shielding the curtains that were closed.
The door made of wood.
A car parked in the drive way.
"Why was I here? Where am I?"
I asked myself
The wind, still whistling by me, sounded as if it spoke to me.
"Follow"
The shaken chatter of the winds language, distend, and grew louder. Towards the door of the house.
So I followed.
As I approached the door of the home, the coldness just got worse. I was freezing, I reached for the door handle, as knocking did not work.
It wasn't locked. so I let myself in.
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Why Am I Here? I am lost
Misterio / SuspensoBEFORE YOU READ!!! This is a dark and gloomy, psychological twist on your usual 'Detective' kind of story. A destructive mind, with broken pieces in search of amending. Why am I here? I am lost. The Diary entries of a man named Sebastian Wonders. A...
