Is this it?

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I shiver as I walk down the empty street. I feel the heavy rain hit me as I pull my hood over my head, getting soaked in the process. I sigh and shake my head. "I knew I should've brought my umbrella.." I mumble and look ahead, noticing a strange figure standing under a street lamp.  'Excuse me what the fuck.' I look at the stranger in curiosity and slight fear. 'This is some horror movie shit.' I take a step backwards, only for the dude to take a step forwards. My eyes widen slightly as I turn around and book it. I hear their footsteps hit the rain-soaked pavement as they start getting closer to me. I push my self to run faster, my shoes getting soaked as I run, then slip,  smelling my fave into the concrete,  my hands getting scratched up along with my pants. I try to stand back up, only for me to get stepped on in the middle of my back. A knife is held to my throat as I suck in a breath. 'Is this it? Is this where I die?' I whimper at the thought, and feel the cool knife cut through my skin as blood trickles down.

I open my eyes, sitting up and gasping for air, drenched in sweat. I look around my room, and sigh. "Another bad dream." I say outloud. I stand up and walk to my kitchen and grab a cup, filling it with water and gulping it down, sighing and setting the cup in the sink, walking back to my room. I yawn and lay down, not noticing the shadow behind my door.

'Soon my sweet.' Someone smirks, watching you get back in bed. 'Soon that dream will be a reality.'

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