Hidden Memories
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in a building.
I do not recall entering this building at all, though.
I look at myself and see that I am incorporeal.
I see what looks like spirits inside this big building.
I call to the spirits to help me, but I am ignored.
I realise they aren’t spirits. They are memories.
I see a group of creeps with scary equipment.
The creeps charge at me, screaming wildly.
I run away. Sadly, the goons have me cornered.
Thankfully, my phone’s alarm wails. I wake up.
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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