I could
hear the wood creaking. I was in a long hallway. A black silhouette was
approaching. My temples throbbed, my heart raced. Where was I? Sweat dripped
down my neck and on my back.
The
silhouette came closer and I realized that it was a bruised and beaten-up doll.
She had an eerie grin. As she strolled further, I noticed people appearing at
the side of the hallway. Pale, lifeless ghosts. I would call them that. They
slowly started bowing as they passed her.
As she
waltzed towards me, I saw dried blood on her shoes. My heart thumped inside my
chest. I panicked. The hallway started closing in on me. My knees became wobbly
and weak. I backed behind but it was just a dead end. Finally some words
managed to escape my mouth, “Help!” I then realized that there was nobody else
there and there was no point of shouting.
After I
said that, the doll started pacing up. There was a cold chill in my spine.
Closer. More closer. She pulled a shiny dagger out from nowhere. I didn’t know
what to do so I just followed the rest of the spirits. I bowed down. She walked
closer and slashed my neck. As I felt the blood splatter and realization kicked
in, I found my self slipping away, farther and farther away…
I sprung
out from my bed. “What a dream!” I thought to myself. My clothes were drenched
in sweat. I felt relieved. I pulled my hair up from my neck into a bun. Only, I
felt a bloody and deep cut on my neck. And I knew for a fact that it wasn’t
there before…