Nightmarish Dream

She was in her room n a white gown.

She had her mom on the phone.

She asked her if she could ask her medium what was wrong with her.

She could feel her mother in law saying there is something wrong here.

The phone rang.

Her husband said to her what is wrong with you.

I don't know she replied I am so stressed.

She could hear the home vibrating.

She ran down the stairs with the phone stuck to her hear.

''M. There is something wrong in this house.''

She entered the living room

Then he heard a voice, loud, clear and growling: THE PROBLEM IS BETWEEN YOU AND I

She tried to open the door to live the house, she could not. She looked around the room, no one apart from a dark shadow on the ceiling. She looked at the door again.

SHE WOKE UP.

END

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