Kimberly's POV:
"What stranger are you talking about?" she asks me.
"I saw it just now. There is one thing. I don't know if that's human or anything. I haven't seen the face. But it feels like shadow of something but feels so real. It's cloaked in dark pitched black color and it's always watching me," I say.
"That was a dream, Kim," she adds.
"No. I saw it in the woods and I saw it today. Umm… in umm… I guess as you said in dreams. But it doesn't feel like a dream. It feels like fragments of my memories. Like I have lived that certain situation myself," I say.
"You're over exaggerating Kim. Nightmares are supposed to be like that. They are supposed to feel so real that they scare both your soul and your body. That is the reason you wake up like that, all panicked and sweaty," she explains,
Maybe she is right? Maybe, I am exaggerating the whole situation.
"Maybe you're right," I say.
She smiles.
