Lost Souls

The nightmare

'Run'!
That's all that was going through his head.
He didn't know where he was running or what he was running from. All he knew, was he wasn't safe. His foot steps echoed in the dark hallway as he ran. He kept looking around for a door, but he couldn't seem to find one. The hallway seemed to go on forever.

"Kingsley..." A voice seemed to whisper to him.

"No! Shut up!" He responded back.

"Kingsley Dice..." The voice whispered back, almost familiar now.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" he yelled at the voice, not daring to look back or stop running. Kingsley Dice, better known as King Dice, just kept running. His instinct told him he wasn't safe just yet. He saw a door and immediately ran for it. He pushed the door open and closed it behind him and locked it. He was breathing hard as he leaned against the door.

Yet....something felt off.

Dice looked around the room he was in and couldn't help but feel...what was the word...
He kept trying to piece the word together when he heard a single thud from the door. He had forgotten he had leaned against the door and immediately jumped away from the door. He took a step back and tripped on something. He fell to the ground and looked at what he tripped on.
It was a head.
He freaked out and scooted back till his back was against the wall.
Dice didn't recognize the head and it just played there. The eyes rolled in the back of the head, laying motionless on the ground. He clicked together right then that he hadn't seen the head there. 'Wait, how can I see at all?' he wondered. He looked around and realized he could kinda see, yet there wasn't any light.
He felt something touch his shoulder and looked to see no one was there, but the pressure was enough to convince him otherwise. Dice leaped up and looked around. No one was there, but the pressure remained the same. He heard a faint voice but couldn't piece where it was coming from or what it was saying.

"Kingsley..." The voice whispered in his ear once again.

Dice looked around to see a shadow. He let out a yelp, fell, and scooted backwards as the shadow approached him. He backed against a wall and the shadow began to look...familiar, but he couldn't tell where from. The shadow stopped in front of him and, very gently, laid its hand on the side of Dices head. The hand felt familiar and the voice whispered one thing before everything suddenly disappeared.

"Wake up Dice"