Chapter One: The Dream Begins
"David, how long are you planning to sleep? It's already 6 a.m., and you're still in bed as usual. Get up, or you'll be late for school!"
David groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. "Mom, I'm not feeling well today. Can I stay home and rest?" he replied, feigning illness. In truth, he just didn't feel like going to school.
From the hallway, his mother's voice rang out, firm and unyielding. "David, I don't like repeating myself."
David sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. I actually woke up before six, so no need to get mad. I'm going," he muttered.
His mother closed the door to his room and headed to the kitchen, where breakfast still needed preparing. Moments later, she called out again.
"David! Are you coming down, or do I have to come up there? Breakfast is ready. Hurry up!"
David sat on the edge of his bed, whispering to himself, "I wish we didn't have to go to school… studying at home would be so much better."
The following week marked David's birthday—he would be turning fourteen. That morning, after finishing his breakfast, he stepped outside to wait for the school bus. His best friend Yahya was already standing by the sidewalk, arms crossed.
"You're late again, David," Yahya teased.
"If you're in such a rush, you can leave without me," David snapped.
"Hey, chill out. I was just joking. No need to bite my head off," Yahya replied, chuckling.
"Great. What a way to start my morning," David muttered sarcastically.
Yahya leaned closer. "I wanted to tell you something."
David groaned. "Please don't start with your animation stories again. You already gave me a 'good morning'—let's not make it a 'great morning.'"
Yahya laughed. "You're the only friend I have, man. I've got no one else to talk to. But seriously—yesterday, I saw that man again in my dream."
David raised an eyebrow. "You really need to stop watching anime."
"It's not from anime! I'm telling you, this guy keeps showing up. It's always the same man. And it's not just weird—it's creepy."
David shook his head. "Look, I'm really not in the mood. Can we talk about it during lunch?"
Despite being one of the brightest students in class, David had a rocky relationship with school. He often skipped days, which led to frequent warnings from teachers. Still, his intelligence and sharp thinking earned him their respect—and occasional leniency.
Later, during lunch, Yahya brought up the topic again.
"David, that man in my dream… he was terrifying."
David looked up from his tray. "You really shouldn't obsess over this stuff."
"I'm not obsessing. He just keeps coming back. I don't know why, but he threatens me. He talks about… strange, dark things."
"Maybe it's just your imagination—or a bad illusion."
Yahya glanced around and lowered his voice. "Or maybe, like in anime, there's another world we don't know about. One that exists alongside ours, hidden from sight."
David leaned in. "You're my best friend, and I don't want people calling you crazy. Dreams are just dreams. Don't take them so seriously."
Just then, the bell rang, ending lunch and pulling them back to reality.
That evening, after returning home, David's mother greeted him.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"Not too bad," he replied.
"Lunch is ready. Wash your hands and face—I'll be waiting at the dining table."
Being an only child, David slept alone in his room. After dinner, he said goodnight to his mother and climbed into bed.
But that night felt… different.
As he lay down, a strange sensation filled the room. The air grew heavy, pressing down on him. The atmosphere seemed to shift—denser, unfamiliar. Without realizing it, David slipped into sleep, and into something else entirely.
A figure emerged from the shadows of his dream—a tall, eerie man with hollow eyes.
"This is our first meeting, David," the man said in a voice that echoed like wind through a tunnel.
David's heart pounded. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?"
The man smiled coldly. "I'm not in your room. You are in my world."
"No way," David snapped. "I'm clearly in my room. I see everything! If you don't leave now, I'll scream. My mom will hear me!"
The man's grin didn't waver. "We will meet again. You are dangerous for this world, David. But don't worry—I will guide you… when the time is right."
Suddenly, David jolted awake, his shirt soaked in sweat. He sat up in bed, chest heaving.
"Who… was that?"
chapter 2:
david was confused but he is not scarred to that man. he prepared for school and ready to go and he in not ina mood to take breakfast so he just eat few bite and goto school.
"why your eyes spoiling didnt you sleep well yahya ask to david "
"david reply i am ok i just need some good sleep"
david know something is strange and maybe yahya and david creepy man in the dream is same but that was only his consumption. so he want to confirm this without telling yahya abput his dream
"you told me about your dream yesterday can u tell me about his looks"
"yahya shock yeah i still rememebr him like he is standinfront of me"
"he is really creep because i felt that i am just talking to just sound i didnt saw him well but i still feel his appearnace he have long hairs big eyes and long neck also he look likes a decnt person from some company like a ceo and also have strange strong heavy voice.
david shock to hear about this man exact looks same as the man see saw david ask to yahya
"what exactlt he said to you'
he said "i need to work hard and when the time comes he will need me for big things so i need to make myelf strong before that i dont what exactly he talking about but smthing about future "
david loisten him carefully because he said very different thing to him and yahya sentence was totally different david thinking what exactly he wantewd to him.
after a years ago david become adult and enjoying his life getting good job in big company after gradutaion but he is still single and dont have any relationship
phone is ringing yahya on other phone
"hi david whats your plan for tonigh"
david i dont have any plan but why u asking me u dont want to go outside with your wife tonight i think it is good if you spend time together after all this is your anniversaory
after talking with yahya he went to bed and fall in sleep
many years after he saw that man again in his dream
creepy man:"i am glad u r doing well but still u r threat for world"
david:"where am i why this place is so dark and smooky"
creepy man:"david i come because u have to join me because u do something wrong"
dvid why u r disturbing me gain in the dream if u r real man come infront of me i know u r just my illusion but nothing.
creepy man: do u think ur illusion can be this much real and look around u this is all can be your illusion.
david what u want from me
creepy man: i just want you to repeat after me, u r belongs to me and i belong to you and you denied all creature but not me
david what are you i never give myself to you stay away from me
david suddenly wake up and see around everything is normal and no one in his room
Chapter Two: Echoes of the Past
David sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. Last night's dream still lingered in his mind like smoke that refused to clear. He wasn't exactly afraid of the man—but confused, intrigued, and increasingly unsettled.
Shaking off the thought, he dressed for school and made his way to the kitchen. He wasn't in the mood for breakfast, but took a few half-hearted bites to satisfy his mother, then headed out the door.
As he met Yahya on the sidewalk, his friend narrowed his eyes.
"Why do you look so tired? Did you not sleep well?" Yahya asked.
David offered a weak smile. "I'm fine. Just need better sleep, that's all."
But something gnawed at David's thoughts. That man in his dream—could it be the same one Yahya had described? It seemed like more than coincidence. Still, he didn't want to say too much. Not yet. He decided to probe gently, without revealing his own experience.
"You remember the dream you told me about the other day?" David asked. "Can you describe that man again?"
Yahya shivered a little but nodded. "Yeah… I remember him like he was standing right in front of me."
David watched him closely.
"He was creepy," Yahya continued. "It didn't feel like I was talking to a person… more like I was hearing a voice without a body. But I still saw his features—long black hair, big wide eyes, a long neck. He looked like some high-level executive… like a CEO or something. But his voice—deep and strong—it didn't match his appearance. It was like something from a different world."
David felt a chill run through him. That was exactly how the man in his dream looked. But what disturbed him more was the difference in what the man had said.
"What did he say to you?" David asked carefully.
Yahya's expression darkened. "He told me I need to work hard, that I'll be needed for something big. He said I have to make myself stronger before the time comes. I don't even know what he meant… but it sounded like something about the future."
David nodded slowly, his thoughts spinning. That man had told him something very different. Yahya had been given a message of purpose… while David had been called a threat.
What did that mean?
Years Later
Time passed. High school faded into memory, and David stepped into adulthood. He graduated from college and landed a promising job at a major tech firm. By all appearances, his life was on track. But something inside him never fully settled. That dream—that man—never returned. Not for a long time.
David remained single. He told himself it was by choice, but in truth, something about commitment felt like a tether. He liked being free—maybe too much.
One quiet evening, as David sat on his couch reading, his phone rang. It was Yahya.
"Hey David, what's your plan for tonight?"
David laughed. "I don't have one. Shouldn't you be out celebrating with your wife? It's your anniversary, right?"
"Yeah, yeah," Yahya chuckled. "She's getting ready. Just wanted to say hi before I disappear for the evening."
They chatted briefly, then hung up. David sighed, stretched, and went to bed.
He fell asleep faster than usual.
The Dream Returns
The air was thick, and the room was gone. David stood in a world of black mist. It wasn't just dark—it was alive, pulsing around him like a living fog. And then, from the shadows, he appeared.
"I'm glad you're doing well, David," the man said. "But you're still a threat to this world."
David turned sharply. "Where am I? Why is everything so dark and smoky?"
The man stepped closer, face half-lit in the gloom. "You've done something wrong. That's why I'm here. You must join me now."
David stood firm. "Why do you keep invading my dreams? If you're real, show yourself in the real world. Otherwise, you're just my imagination."
The man chuckled—a cold, unnatural sound. "Do you really think your imagination could make me this real? Look around you, David. Everything you see, feel, hear—can all of that be just an illusion?"
David's breath caught in his throat. "What do you want from me?"
The man's expression darkened. "I want you to repeat after me: 'I belong to you, and you belong to me. I deny all others but you.'"
David stepped back. "I'll never say that. I don't belong to anyone—especially not you."
The man tilted his head. "We'll see."
Suddenly, David's eyes snapped open. His room was quiet. The ceiling fan whirred above him. Moonlight filtered through the blinds. Everything looked normal.
But his heart was racing. His body, drenched in sweat.
He sat upright and whispered to himself, "He's back."
chapter 3:
david scare because of the dream but he decide not to tell anyone about this but when he getting up for a ofice he realized everything going against him he lost his keys at the time of going to office after a hour he found the key where he search almost 3 times and now he released something really bad
in a office his colleague give him a file to type behalf on him he took the file but suddenly some errors comes in the file and his boss want to submit that file urgently because clients arrive and his senior collague tell the boss that david is the reason of failed the deal with client because he didnt complete and soilve the error this is unusal thing happen in his life
after tiring and siturbing day david come back to home with hope to end this evening peacefull but suddenly ring the phone and someone told him his mother faint down in the market he run so fast and admit his mother
everything is so strange and unusal but he didnt lost the hope and fight the situtaion.next morning is a peaceful and good and work pplace also peacefully spend 2 years very struggle for him and he dont imagine he lost three jobs and his mother serious ill he dont have any friend because of his struggle life
Chapter 3: The Unraveling
David sat on the edge of his bed, haunted by the dream that still clung to his thoughts like a shadow. His heart had settled, but the words—"You belong to me"—replayed in his mind with a whisper that wouldn't fade. Still, he made a decision. He wouldn't tell anyone. Not Yahya, not his mother. Not yet.
He tried to shake it off as he got ready for work. But the moment he stepped out of his room, the day began to turn on him.
He reached for his house keys—gone.
Frowning, David checked the usual spots: the entryway table, his desk, the kitchen counter. He searched the same drawer three times. Nothing. Just when frustration started to boil over, he found them—right where he'd already checked. It didn't make sense.
He stood there in silence, keys in hand, a cold feeling rising in his chest.
Something felt... off.
At the office, David hoped to push past the morning's strange start. Maybe it was all just stress. But things only got worse.
A senior colleague dropped a thick client file on his desk. "Hey, could you type this up for me? I'm swamped," he asked casually.
David agreed without hesitation. The request was simple enough, and he was known for being reliable.
But the file wouldn't open properly.
Every time he tried to access the documents, strange errors popped up. Lines of corrupted code, unreadable symbols—nothing made sense. And it had to be submitted within the hour. The client was already in the building.
His boss stormed into the office moments later. "Where's the finalized version? This deal is critical."
Before David could explain, his colleague jumped in. "Sir, David had the file. I asked him to handle it. But he didn't finish. It's on him."
David's heart dropped. "I tried—there was an error—"
But it was too late. The client walked out minutes later, unimpressed. The deal fell apart. And the blame landed squarely on David's shoulders.
He sat in his chair long after everyone left the meeting room, staring at the blinking cursor on his screen.
That wasn't just a technical issue, he thought. Something interfered.
By the time David returned home, all he wanted was silence—just a moment of peace to reset. He tossed his bag on the floor and leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
Ring-ring.
The phone startled him.
He picked up. A stranger's voice came through, urgent and rushed. "Are you David? Your mother collapsed in the market. She's been taken to the emergency room."
His heart dropped.
He didn't think. He just ran.
Hours later, he sat beside her hospital bed, her hand cold but steady in his. She had suffered a sudden drop in blood pressure. The doctors said she'd recover, but needed rest and monitoring.
David rested his head against the white wall of the hospital hallway.
Nothing felt normal anymore. One thing after another—keys vanishing, errors he didn't make, blame that wasn't his to carry, now his mother's collapse…
It was as if life had shifted on its axis.
Yet, even in all this, he refused to give up.
The next morning was quiet.
For the first time in days, the sun broke through his bedroom window with soft golden light. Birds chirped in the distance. David took a long breath. Maybe this was the turning point. Maybe things would return to normal.
And for a while… they did.
Two Years Later
Time passed, but not without scars.
The two years that followed were the most challenging of David's life. Peace, when it came, was fragile and fleeting.
He lost three jobs—each departure more mysterious than the last. A sudden system failure blamed on him. A workplace rumor that turned everyone against him. A missed project file that he'd never been assigned in the first place.
He'd stopped trying to explain. No one believed him. Even Yahya had drifted away.
His mother's health worsened. Hospital visits became routine. The bills piled up. The once-bright apartment dimmed under the weight of unpaid dues and unopened letters.
And David, once surrounded by friends, now lived in silence. Isolation had become his new companion.
Yet through it all, he endured.
He studied during the nights. Took freelance work. Read books on resilience. He told himself every day, There's something bigger than this. I wasn't meant to break.
But the dream... the man… had not returned.
And in a strange way, that was the most unsettling part of all.
chapter 4: The Choice
Everything had been strange since the last dream. Nothing felt normal anymore. David's mind spun endlessly, trying to make sense of it all. What is this spell I'm under? he wondered. How can I escape it?
He sat in silence, staring at the walls of his dimly lit apartment. The ticking of the clock grew louder with every passing second, echoing in his head like a warning.
Eventually, exhaustion overtook him. He laid down, hoping for just a moment of peace. But the moment his eyes closed, a cold wind began to blow through the room—unnaturally cold, the kind that didn't belong indoors.
Then, that voice returned.
Creepy Man:"Didn't I tell you, David? I belong to you. And you… to me."
David shot upright in his dream-state. His voice was sharp, filled with frustration and anger.
David:"What the hell do you want from me? Why are you ruining my life? What did I ever do to you? Am I just some tool for your twisted games?"
The figure in the dark tilted his head downward, whispering something inaudible. When he looked up again, a strange calmness had spread across his face.
Creepy Man:"Only I know the true extent of your potential. I've admired your mind for a long time. But now, I need you to use your gift—for humanity. I want you to show me your real face… and stand beside me."
David took a step back, stunned.
David:"Wait… from the beginning, you told me I was dangerous. You said I was a threat to this world. And now you're saying I should help humanity? How can you switch so easily?"
The man smiled again, but this time it was different. Not sinister—just knowing. As if he understood David more than David understood himself.
Creepy Man:"Yes… you are dangerous. But only if you're not with me."
That sentence hit David like a punch. Everything he'd experienced—the chaos, the suffering, the constant pressure—suddenly felt like pieces of a larger puzzle.
David:"And if I say no? What if I refuse to follow you into your so-called world?"
The man's expression darkened. His features hardened, and the friendly facade melted away like wax under fire.
Creepy Man:"Then I will silence you forever… outside of this dream."
A long silence followed.
David couldn't even be sure what this entity was. A man? A spirit? A hallucination? Something cosmic?
He didn't know. And that uncertainty terrified him.
But somewhere deep within, a spark flared. A flicker of courage, even in the midst of confusion.
David:"I don't care what you are. Even if I can't fight you… I will never join you. I won't give myself to something I don't trust."
The man's eyes, once amused, now burned with rage. His smile evaporated in an instant.
Creepy Man:"Then do what you will. But know this, David… next time, the consequences will not be a dream."
The world around them began to tremble. The ground cracked beneath David's feet. The shadows closed in, swirling like smoke.
And then—he woke up.
Soaked in sweat. Gasping. Alone.
His room was dark and silent. The clock read 3:17 AM. But the cold wind that brushed across his skin felt far too real to be imagined.
David sat up, heart pounding in his chest.
He knew, without a doubt, this wasn't over.