The nightmares were strange.
They started off as a random day with me going to buy stuff in town and then all of a sudden, I start being followed.
I run as fast as my legs can carry me and just when I think I've totally escaped. I fall to the ground.
My assailants approach, I crawl to get away from them and just when I think they're about to hit me, they disappear. I'm supposed to be relieved by that but when I look down I'm in a pool of blood.
I woke up screaming the first few times I had that nightmare.
Thankfully the walls in this house were somewhat soundproof so I did not wake anyone up.
But it was worrisome.
Every night, these strange nightmares would repeat themselves and I would be left alone to deal with its horrors, forcing myself to go back to sleep every time.
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My phone rang that morning, waking me out of my sleep.
It was a private number and I had become wary of them since I moved.
