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Mad Dreams

Mad Dreams

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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.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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