The
Hidden Images
By
Craig Wilson
I’m
a young lad and am sitting in the police station.
My
younger brother has gone recently missing.
I’m
playing a handheld console to calm my nerves.
Suddenly,
I find disturbing images of my brother.
The
images are of him being kidnapped and tortured.
I
play more of the game and find a picture of the killer.
The
killer is actually someone who works at the station.
When
I run to tell someone, the dream ends abruptly.
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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