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I had my coffee in my hand, I was just sitting there, looking to see what was pushing the door to reach inside.
I was waiting for it; I knew that he would come back for me. It’s not just a dream when you see yourself haunted, it is being haunted even if you’re unconscious.
Door is shaking, he must be way too strong to be trapped inside the room by a simple iron door. He knows I’m right here. He knows I’m ready. He knows when he reaches outside, one of us will be dead – for the second time, if it would be him. And I’ll do everything I can to make it to be him.
I put my cup on the stairs, I get up and climb to upper floors. I’m closing every open door all inside the building; four doors each floor, they all have their own creatures inside.
I know everything. Because this is a dream.
It’s not the first time I’m being haunted by someone. At the first time, there was four men, trying to kill me in my sleep, scaring me to death. They trapped my soul, I knew why they were not dead, but I knew that I wasn’t their unfinished business. It took me a while to convince them, but we were all unharmed. Well, they were dead at last.
But this one… no. I am definitely his unfinished business. We’re in the building where I always see my worst dreams. Nightmares. It’s the second apartment me and my family lived in, we lived here for eight years. I know every single corner of here.
And, here we come. I’m in a dreamscape in the place I know the best.
I hear the noise and I know he’s coming. I’m scared to death, no; not death. Not yet. I’m scared enough to get to action. I won’t die in my sleep, I’m too brave for that.
I run to the highest floor, to get my gun. This is my dream and everything happens in my way of thought. It has to be that way. Now, I can see the gun at the end of this corridor. I don’t stop running, I can feel him coming, I can feel his filthy breath, just a floor down. I reach the gun, I reach out to take it – just in that second, it disappears.
I can’t believe what just happened. This is my dream, I have the control of everything here, what’s the matter with my brain?!
I turn back and I see him. Long, dark hair, blue eyes and dark skin. Tall and skinny. I can see his long fingernails, full with dirt, coming towards me. He will kill me with his nails. He has the power to do that.
“Stop!” I yell him, I can feels my eyes, watering. He stops. He looks at me, breathing from his mouth. I can feel myself passing out, but I can still see, I’m aware of the fact I fell down and I cannot move. But I can see. I can hear. He is changing. He is changing because I’m not actually his unfinished business… no… it’s not me…
I feel his conscious getting inside of my brain, I know it’s him, crying when he’s holding my head in his arms; he’s crying because it’s not the first time he got through this.
I’m not his unfinished business. It’s her.
I see her. I can see her dark hair and brown eyes, I can see we have the same face, now I know she hurt him by passing out suddenly and leaving this world, giving him no warning of her left. As we become one with him, I can see everything he has ever done, I know he’s crying for me now, I know he cried for her at the time. I know she’s dead. I know he wanted to be with her.
I just don’t understand why he couldn’t see that light everyone mentions. As I fell deep into his memories, I can see her laughter, I can see her crying, I can feel her warm lips, feel her body under me… right now, as he thinks I’m dying, and we’re sharing the same mind with him. I feel myself slipping through, I feel myself fading, I’m turning into air and dust.
I know I’m dying. He knows I’m dying. I just wish he could go and get the one he ever loved.
As the feeling of dying reaches, I wake up.
I knew this was a dream.
But it was too real to be a dream.
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