By
Craig Wilson
I am
running down the streets of the Downtown District.
A
Nightmare from Mary Skelter is chasing after me.
The
streets are too dark, and I cannot find the exit.
I
run, screaming, as I hear the Nightmare cackling.
I am
an ordinary man, and I cannot defend myself.
The
Nightmare is close by, wherever I try and run.
It
sends me down a dead end and my phone saves me.
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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