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I woke up, sweating. The dream I just had was so vivid. I could still hear her scream ringing in my ears. It was so loud it could’ve woken me up. I shivered. Why was it so cold? Grabbing my blanket, I stumbled over to the source of the draft, “what are you doing open” I wondered. The window by my desk was cracked ajar yet it’s winter. Why the hell would I open this?!? A scream rung out and I spun on the spot, the blanket slipping from my hands. I had heard that scream only minutes before, only then I was asleep. Or was I? It felt so real I was beginning to doubt myself: the touch of the zip ties digging into my wrist, the coldness of Sarahs’ blood running down my cheek, my tears dripping off my chin. I ran out my room, grabbing the closest thing to me as a weapon. I looked at what I was gripping; a candelabra. Better than nothing. Sprinting to the stairs, I paused. It was silent, eerily silent. As I listened out, the sound of my heartbeat pounded in my ears. The scream was louder this time. I took the stairs two at a time, not wanting to waste what little time I had. Nearing the top, I paused and peaked doing the banister. What I saw was inexplainable.....