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Even though I know I’m dreaming, it doesn’t help. I’m being chased down the street, but my legs can’t carry me at the speed I want to go. They’re slipping, as if on ice, like a cartoon character trying to run away at speed. The dark figure moves slowly behind me, stalks me. Although he’s only walking, he’s gaining on me. My heartrate increases as I panic more and try to run faster. But the more I try, the more I slip. The slower I get. The more he gains.
I feel his breath on my shoulder. I smell it. It’s foul. His warm, moist breath sends cold shivers down my spine.
I physically jolt in my bed as I wake. The noise wasn’t in my dream.
It was here.
It was in the real world.
I hear it again, but quieter this time. It sounds like a bang, followed by a faint rattle. It’s almost like an
