Amelia (COMPLETED)
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I started having strange dreams. Dreams which are giving me sleep paralysis.
It felt like shadowy evil creatures taking over my helpless body.
Unseen night demons keep taking me into a big open field that has a black water pond. The pond is as dark as a crow's eye and there is something peculiar about the pond.
The more I go near the pond screams and screeching sound becomes louder and louder. The screams are unbearable but still I cannot stop going near the pond.
Whenever my dream breaks, panic sweeps through my body. Only darkness surrounds me with a screeching sound that nobody but only I can hear. I can feel the darkness, the shadowy creatures hiding in the darkness, the tingling sweats on my body, tears run down but I cannot move or scream.
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