Nightmare
There you are walking down the long hall of your old school. Everything looks the same
as it did when you were here. There is one thing that catches your eye, the door at the end of the
hall. It is made of metal and has an electronic lock on it. It did not have this before. You do not
know what you are doing there but you know you are here. The only light source in the whole
place is all of the red Exit signs at every door.
The rain is pouring outside, this is the only thing that keeps you in the place. At least that
is what you think. You hate getting wet. All you can hear is your own breath, your own footsteps,
and the gut wrenching sound of the howling of the wind and rain. There is also the nagging
sound of a faint growl. There is the lingering smell of something, you can not quite figure out
what it is. You can't figure it out until, you can almost feel it and that is when you realize it is the
smell of a very wet dog. The foul smell a wet dog's coat. The scent seems to be the only thing
you can think about and the animal that is causing it.
You try to stop and turn the other way but you can't. You are getting very scared and want
to run in the other direction. You want to run but your legs won't carry you. All you can do is
walk down the horrid hall. You begin to realize that it you can feel the oder of the dog then it
must be close by. Your whole body begins to break down in panic as the terror begins to take its
hold on you. You know that if you keep going you could find that the dog could be very
dangerous and could injure you badly. You begin to have trouble breathing as you get closer to
the door that you don't want to open it. All you can think about is that you are going to die and
behind that door is the worst monster ever imagined. You again try to turn and run but you can't.This is not the kind of sweat you get when you work-out or go for a run. Oh, no this is the sweat
that can only come with fear, just fear.
You begin to get cold freezing cold. It does not help that you are wearing a tank top and
bermuda shorts. You begin to feel your finger go num then your toes. Your arms go num from the
frigid cold. For some reason your legs keep moving. They just keep moving. You can't even feel
them but they keep moving. You just can't stop.
When you get to the oh so ominous door you somehow know the combination passcode.
All you can think is I am going to die, I am going to die. When the door opens it is pitch black.
You can hear yourself say, "Is anyone there?"
Much to your surprise you get an answer. The voice you hear is old and very quiet.
It says, "I am here my child." This voice sounds very familiar but you can not figure out
why it does. The voice also scares you out of your mind. Your hands begin to tremble and shake
and that sweat that can only mean fear comes back.
You say to yourself, "This is it I am going to die here. I am going to die here. I will end
up like this old lady but dead,"
"No you won't," replies the voice but it sounds younger this time.
"Who are you?" You say.
"I am the person you think I am," says the lady sounding younger still.
"What do you mean?" You ask.
"Think about it my dear," replies the lady still sounding younger.
"OkUmmm, are you an old lady who is getting younger by the second?" you question.
"No my dear I am your...That is when you wake up to your alarm clock.
Grrrrrrrr
