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They arrived.
Sound of footsteps jumped through the house, ready to destroy. Even this crammped attic didn't feel safe anymore. I was scared, shivers crawling down my spine.
I wasn't ready for this.
Not today, please not today.
"Dear God, please make this nightmare be a nightmare,"
But I was under a curse. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Every dream I had, I relived.
Every. Single. One.
At times it was torture, others it was amazing. This nightmare was torture. The difference with this one and any other dream was - I was going to die.
No matter what I did, the dream won't change. Sometime sit would, if I find a way. But it's impossible with this one.
"Please, I beg of you. This once! I know I've begged before, I just hate the torture, but I don't want to die." I whispered into the dark.
It was pitch black, I couldn't even see ,y hand which was in front of my face. I couldn't stop shivering, the floor underneath me creaking. Even though I was hiding under a bed, I was still visible. I need to find a better place.
In the dream, I was hiding under here. This day bed was worthless and as old as President Lincoln.
Looking around, this didn't help me. I couldn't see anything! Maybe they wouldn't be able to see me as well. No, they would. Feeling something big and hard behind me, I grabbed it, pulling it in front of me. No luck, I didn't even have my phone to flash a light so I could see where to put it or to call the police. I placed it in front of me, hoping it blocked the view of me. It did. I didn't have this in my dream, maybe I'll survive.
"Thank you, God. This will be the last time I ask for help. I know, I say that every tome, but, I don't want you to take pity of me. But thanks," I whispered, shutting my eyes.
More thumps came from below me. They had no clue where I was.
I heard muffled words from the man's mouth. Great, they were far away. That's when a crash sound erupted from the next room. I saw some light, turning my head I saw a hole on my left. That wasn't there before - not even in my dream.
"Thanks..." I whispered with a smile.
Sometimes the only thing I can rely on to help me is God. Who else can? This dream is unchangeable, like any other. But he can change it, while I can too. But, I don't know how.
"Can you see anything?" One British guy said.
"No, there's no use, we can't find the girl," the other guy, an American, said.
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