16 April 2012
She looked into the shadow, trying to see what it was. An ominous shape looming in front of her. The only things she could feel were the fear, the pounding of her heart and the urgency to run as fast as she could and as far away from the shadow as her legs could carry her. But she couldn't move, something was stopping her and amid the sound of her pounding heart she heard a laugh coming from whatever was in the shadow. A laugh so evil, she though it was the devil, a cackle rising in volume and myrrh, that chilled her blood and made her shake, she opened her mouth to scream and woke up. It was a dream. The same dream she had been having every night for the past week. Mercedes sat up in bed, her curly dark hair matted in sweat and get heart pounding. She hated this dream, it always felt so real and it freaked her out. She lay back down in her dark room closed her eyes and tries to go back to sleep and erase the memories of the nightmare.
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