By
Craig Wilson
I’m
walking home after my trip to the Town Centre.
Suddenly,
a creepy guy appears next to me.
He
talks to me, but I cannot understand him.
He
holds my shoulder, and tries to hold my hand.
I
beg him to stop, but he won’t take no for an answer.
Thankfully,
my phone’s alarm acts as my saviour.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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