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'They said that dreams would come true, but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams too.'

- Oscar Wilde


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Two parallel worlds.

Four lives.

One hell of a horror.

A place where nightmares are a thing of reality, you can't really tell yourself it's not real and wake up. The only way you escape it is to face it. 

Every eight years, on the longest night of the year, a cycle of terror begins. Four lives are chosen to tame the demons the humans have created with their minds. The demons threaten to escape from another parallel world, into ours. And if they do, all will go down in chaos.

When four girls are chosen for this task, they have no idea how to get out. With no one to tell them where to go, they must find a means to escape the nightmares of another world. 

Well it's their terror after all.

They created them. Now they must escape them.

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THE PLOT, THEME AND IDEAS ARE FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. 

cover by @Lillian_Jones.


A story by Oscus Wyde.
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