30 DAYS OF NIGHTMARES

THE KNIFE DREAM

5 deaths.

5 dreams.

Now the hotel felt like a graveyard.

No one was laughing. No one was talking.

Just rain. And the lights on in Miller House windows at night.

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_DAY 7. 2:22 AM. EDWARD'S ROOM_

Edward Carter. Hollywood star. $10 million per film.

He woke up drenched in sweat.

Breathing hard. Heart pounding.

_Darkness. The hotel corridor._

_He had a knife in his hand. Long. Covered in blood._

_Harry was standing in front of him. Laughing._

_"You can't save her Edward." Harry said._

_Edward screamed. Ran with the knife. Struck._

_Blood. So much blood._

_Then darkness. And a voice: "Now it's your turn."_

_A knife went into his chest._

Edward sat up screaming.

He touched his chest. No wound.

But his hands were shaking.

"It was just a dream." He told himself. "Just a dream."

But there was madness in his eyes.

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_DAY 7. 7:00 AM. DINING HALL_

No one was eating breakfast.

Emily's body was still in the storage room.

Peter was pulling his hair. "4 billion... gone..."

Gus the janitor sat in a corner praying.

Harry walked in. Eyes red. No sleep.

Bella followed behind him. With 2 cups of coffee.

Edward sat at the table. Cutting bread with a knife. Hard.

_Tap Tap_

Everyone looked at him.

Edward looked up. Eyes red. "What?"

"Nothing." Harry said.

Edward slammed the knife on the table. "Leave me alone."

He got up and left.

Bella said quietly. "He's acting weird."

Harry nodded. "We need to keep an eye on him."

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_DAY 7. 3:00 PM_

Edward was locked in his room.

He kept thinking about that dream.

_The knife. The blood. Harry's face._

He looked at himself in the mirror. "I'm a star. I don't lose."

He opened the drawer. A fruit knife was inside.

He picked it up. Felt the weight.

"It was just a dream." He whispered. "But what if it comes true?"

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_DAY 7. 10:00 PM. HOTEL CORRIDOR_

Harry was walking Bella to her room.

"Lock the door." Harry said. "And scream if you hear anything."

Bella took his hand. "You get some sleep too."

"I'm not sleeping." Harry smiled. "I'll be guarding you."

Bella kissed his cheek. "Crazy."

She went into her room.

Harry turned.

Darkness.

At the end of the corridor, a shadow was standing.

Edward.

Hands behind his back.

Harry asked. "Edward?"

Edward stepped forward. His face hidden in the dark.

"What do you want?" Harry asked.

Edward stopped. 3 feet away.

Then suddenly...

_SWISHHH_

The knife came out.

Edward lunged straight for Harry's chest.

Harry jumped back. The knife sliced his arm.

_s***h_

Blood.

"EDWARD!" Harry yelled.

Edward was laughing like a madman. "You took her from me!"

He struck again.

Harry grabbed a flower vase from a table. Hit him.

_CRASH_

Edward's head split. Blood started pouring.

But he didn't stop. He charged again.

They fell to the floor fighting.

Harry grabbed Edward's wrist. Trying to get the knife.

In the struggle...

_STAB_

The knife slipped and went into Edward's own shoulder.

"AAAAHHHH!" Edward screamed.

Blood. So much blood.

Harry backed away. Panting. Blood dripping from his arm.

"Security! Someone!" Harry yelled.

By the time people came...

The corridor was empty.

Just blood splatters. And a broken knife.

Edward was gone.

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_DAY 7. 11:30 PM. LOBBY_

Chaos.

"Edward attacked!"

"He has a knife in his shoulder!"

"Where did he go?"

Peter yelled. "Find him!"

15 people went out with flashlights. Into the rain.

Gus said. "You won't find him. The ones who die in the dream... they often disappear."

Harry sat down tying a bandage on his arm. Bella helped him. Tears in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Bella asked.

"I'm fine." Harry said. "But him..."

"He went crazy." Bella said. "He must have had the dream."

Harry nodded. _Day 6: Knife - Edward_

The pattern continued.

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_DAY 8. 6:00 AM_

Edward wasn't found.

Forest. River. Miller House. Everywhere searched.

Only his blood trail was found. Leading into the woods. Then it stopped.

Like the ground swallowed him.

Sixth death? Or not? No one could confirm.

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_DAY 8. 10:00 AM. LOBBY MEETING_

Now 40 people left. Confirmed.

Peter leaned against the wall. "We're all going to die."

Spellman said. "We have to do something. We can't just sit and die."

Harry stood up. Bandage on his arm. "The letter said. 30 days. 30 deaths. What if we break the cycle?"

"How?" Someone asked.

"I don't know." Harry said. "But the answer is in Miller House. I saw 30 shadows there last night."

"Are you crazy?" Someone said. "There are ghosts there."

"So?" Harry said. "We're going to die anyway."

Bella took his hand. "I'm with you."

No one said Edward's name.

Like he never existed.

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_DAY 8. 12:00 AM. HARRY'S ROOM_

Harry wrote in his diary:

_Day 6: Knife - Edward attacked me. Got hurt himself. Missing._

_6 down. 24 to go._

_The curse is getting personal. It's turning us against each other._

Knock.

Bella. With hot soup.

"Thought you might be hungry." She said.

She came in. Closed the door.

"Show me your arm." Bella said.

Harry removed the bandage. The wound was deep.

Bella cleaned it carefully. Put on cream. Wrapped it.

Her hands were shaking.

"I was so scared Harry." Bella said. "When Edward attacked."

"Me too." Harry said honestly. "But you're okay. That's what matters."

Bella took his face in her hands. "Promise me. You won't leave me."

"Promise." Harry said.

Bella leaned down. Kissed his forehead. Very softly.

Silence.

Lightning flashed outside.

And in that moment, a word appeared on the window glass... written in blood.

_"MINE"_

Then it ran down.

Both of them jumped.

Harry opened the window. No one outside.

Just rain. And Miller House lights in the distance.

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_DAY 9. MORNING_

Everyone was waiting for the 7th dream.

But no one said anything.

The fear had grown so much that people started hiding things from each other.

Harry put up a notice in the lobby: _"If anyone has a dream, tell me immediately. Maybe we can save them."_

No one came.

Everyone slept with doors locked that night.

The rain didn't stop.

Miller House's 30 windows were lit again.

And in one of those windows... Edward's shadow appeared.

Bandage on his shoulder. Knife in his hand.

He smiled.

Then darkness.

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_DAY 9. 3:00 AM. SOMEONE'S ROOM_

A scream.

But this time no one came out.

Everyone hid in their rooms under blankets.

In the morning they found out.

_7th death._