Mad Dreams

This story is from 2014 when I wasn't that good at writing, but feel free to read it.

"Suddenly I heard a twig snap and I turned around.

A dirty man with huge muscles stood holding a rake behind me. He looked to be about fifty years old. I frantically tried to figure out how I'd explain myself to him and why I was sneaking around in his yard. "Um hello, my name is Maddie." He looked at me strangely. "I know who you are. But why are you here?"

"You do?" I asked, still shaking. "You're Madison, my daughter Miranda's best friend."

"Excuse me? I'm sorry, I think youre mistaken. I don't know anyone named Miranda." My head was starting to spin. Maybe he was confusing me with someone else.

"Really? Because Miranda sure knows you." I starred at him. I honestly had no idea who Miranda was. I never had a friend named Miranda my entire life.

"Hey, maybe if you see her you'll remember. Come on inside." I considered this. If I went inside this strange man's house, something bad might happen. What if he made up Miranda to get me to come inside? But once again, the strange tugging feeling took over my body. I walked into the house as if some kind of invisible force was pushing me in."

Based off of a dream I had.