Darkness and Shadows
She walked down the tree-lined drive to what could only be described as the house of her dreams.
The bright yellow siding peaked gables, and charming picket fence welcomed her home, and warmed her heart.
She’d lived in the city for so long, she was ready for some country peace.
After a long day unpacking, a nice, warm bath, she fell into her comfortable bed, and welcomed blissful sleep. She was happy to be home.
A few hours later she woke up screaming and drenched in a cold sweat. These nightmares were horrible. She’d been stalked by a shadowy figure who said nothing, but was always there.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that her presence in this house was far from welcome, but she wrote it off as exhaustion and stress from the move. She tucked the covers up to her chin, and went back to sleep.
Almost immediately, the nightmares returned. This time they were more urgent and violent.
She begged the shadowy figure to leave her alone. She was here to stay, and didn’t mean anyone any harm.
The shadowy figure was not amused. It screamed and attacked her. Its dark claws raked across her chest, and she woke up screaming and gasping for breath.
She leaped out of bed, flicked on the bathroom light, and saw her night shirt was shredded and bloody.
She was shaken to the core, but she wanted to stay. This was her home.
It was only when the shadowy figure appeared in the mirror behind her, that she fled the house, and didn’t look back.
No dream house was worth this nightmare!
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