A Squatting Nightmare
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I find myself in a flat building.
I am in my bedroom. This is apparently where I live.
I hear some loud noises coming from downstairs.
So I leave my flat. I carefully descend the stairs.
The noises come from a flat. I carefully look inside.
I see a crazed couple. It's clear they're squatters.
They see me. I rush upstairs. I walk into my flat.
I slam my door. Heck, I even barricaded my door.
I hear the psychotic couple. They bang on my door.
Fortunately, my trusty phone alarm wakes me 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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