The Hunted

It happened again, I thought as I looked at the clock on my night stand, which read 3:47 am. I sometimes wake up around this time from these horrible recurring dreams they are always the same. They have never changed since I was five. They did not happen as often when I was younger, but it occurs more and more now that I am older. I don't know why they happen, and why they are always the same. It starts out with this man who I can not see his face, he is walking alone one night in the woods and this shadow is following him, then it goes black for a moment and then I see a puddle of blood next to this no face dead man. I have never seen the killer's face either. I have only told my mother about this dream once. When I first started to have it, she thought it was just because I watched a scary movie, as I thought as well, but that is not the reason. The dreams do not bother me as much, it is who is in the dream that bothers me. I feel as if I am the one being hunted, I am a tall lanky 19 year old boy with dirty blond hair, why would anyone want to hunt me down.