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I noticed him first on the escalator.
I think for no particular reason I remembered his face.
Or maybe, looking back, every little detail was pulling at my subconscious to bring it to the surface and to realize what is wrong. But wrapped up in the darkness it slept at the bottom of my mind.
So there I am, walking past all the lights on the streets, chatting away with my friend.
Short on cash, she enters the bank, standing in line for her turn at the ATM.
With surprise I noticed him behind her in line. What a coincidence, I think.
A few moments pass, he goes away.
Click, I'm on alert, my mind wide awake and all the little details are screaming at me, but too late:
his posture, too crouched
the distance, too close
no money withdrawn
Coincidences don't exist.
Hhe kept holding his phone
Too low.

My Nightmare

I wake in the middle of the night to darkness. After my eyes adjust to the dark room, all I sense is fear creeping. All around me are dark figures, one after the other coming and going. As I try to scream or move to turn on the light from my nightstand, I realize I can't move. I'm paralyzed as the shadows keep moving closer to me. I want to scream so loud for somebody to come and save me. I want to run away as fast as I can but I can't. It's a trap, a nightmare; one that I can't escape from.

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This is based off a nightmare I have often. Thankfully it's only a nightmare but it honestly scares me half to death every time I experience it. :< It's so much worse than I can describe it since I'm not in the mood to go into so much detail ;c

Class trip

On a schrool trip in class 6 we were on a little farm. On our first night we wasn't sleeping 'cause it was really exciting to be there, so were were up in our rooms and talk. At nine or ten pm we see some lights outside. A few moments later we hear something like a scream and one of us have heard a chainsaw. The other of us don't have heared that but we belived her. We want to go outside to find out from where the light cames, so we go to the other house where the boys sleep and asked them if thex have heard or seen everything. They said there was nothing and we should go back to our rooms. Then we see a person hiding behind a tree and we run back to the house we sleep in and tould it our teacher. 
Years later I'm sure the boys were playing a joke to us, but at that night I were so scared I never was again. 

She looks at it. The yellow handle and the rusty blade. She can tell just by looking at it that it is going
to take a while. The dull blade is being held against her skin. The flat side
is sliding over her skin giving her goosebumps. It stops. Something is pulling
her hair. She feels a sudden pain on the left side of her neck. She screams. The
dull, rusty blade is cutting through her skin ripping through tendons and
veins. Only stopping to start over. She tries to scream again but only a faint gurgling
can be heard this time. Her eyes widen even more. She realizes this would be
her last moment. The gurgling noises slow down. She knows she can’t do anything
about this. She’s giving up. A silent thumb can be heard when the blade reaches
her spine. Her eyes are blank lost from all emotion. All that pain just a
second ago and now nothing at all. She’s thinking about the people she loved. They
were there in that last painful moment. She was not alone.
A loud cling can be heard. The dull butterknife bounces twice before lying
completely still. Just as the body beside it.