The Nightmare Manor
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I'm in a manor.
I don't recall visiting this large manor.
I try the front doors; someone locked them.
I am in a panic. I am a prisoner. I must flee.
I have no choice. I explore the large mansion.
The dining room is large, clean, and uncluttered.
It feels like I'm playing a survival horror game.
I solve puzzles. I also avoid the creepy monsters.
I finally found the key. I proceed to the mansion exit.
I unlock the front door. I leave the twisted dream.
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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