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Saphhire
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Standing alone in the room her hands were around her head. She was screaming on top of her lungs but it didn't seem like no one could hear here. Her eyes were closed tightly shut as she pressed her hands harder against her head. "GO AWAY!!!" Her eyes opened then shut quickly again. "No... Go away." She yelled again as she gasped for air she could feel her body falling against the ground. BANG!! Her breathing was fast as she opened her eyes slowly. The skin melted from the face of her enemy as she looked into the dead eyes of the monster standing in front of her. Its hand reached out for her as she pushed her hands against the floor running to the wall closes to her. "Go away." Was all that could come out her mouth as the creature took a step toward her. He had no skin and a woven bag over its head. Its arms were stripped of skin and dripping red dots as it moved along the floor toward her. Its eyes were empty as if seeing nothing in its path. Pushing against the wall she screamed again holding her hands to her ears she didn't want to look or even see the monster coming toward her. It seemed like hours or even days that nothing happened. Slowly opening her eyes she saw the creatures palm in her face. Opening her mouth to scream she jumped up in her bed looking at her bedroom door.
Another dream. What is going on with theses dreams she thought to herself as she shoved her feet over the edge to throw on her slippers and robe. Wrapping the robe around her waist tightly she made her way through the dark house. The house itself was nothing to big. Made in 1889 there was many people that came and went through the house but none died... well for all she knew none died in the house. Opening the bathroom door she filled her hands up with cool water and splashed her face. "No more." She said to herself as she patted her face with the towel. Looking into the mirror she tilted her head. "Did I close the bathroom door." She said to herself looking now at the bathroom. "Oh dear the dream must be getting to me. I must have closed it." She said opening the door and walking back to her bedroom.
Another dream. What is going on with theses dreams she thought to herself as she shoved her feet over the edge to throw on her slippers and robe. Wrapping the robe around her waist tightly she made her way through the dark house. The house itself was nothing to big. Made in 1889 there was many people that came and went through the house but none died... well for all she knew none died in the house. Opening the bathroom door she filled her hands up with cool water and splashed her face. "No more." She said to herself as she patted her face with the towel. Looking into the mirror she tilted her head. "Did I close the bathroom door." She said to herself looking now at the bathroom. "Oh dear the dream must be getting to me. I must have closed it." She said opening the door and walking back to her bedroom.