He was there again. He was there again.

My breathing became forced, as my chest tightened.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

The repetition barely helped me as his glazed eyes stared around me, his sinister smile never wavering.

It would be over soon. It would be over soon.

The rain turned to hail, as he dropped his dark umbrella, almost relishing in the pain as it racked against his sickly green skin.

It was the same as always. It was the same as always.

I knew this. Of course I did. But as he reached forward, all rationality left me, leaving me a broken shell of fear.

It should be over. It should be over.

The fear is was used to feeling suddenly dropped. This was too real. As his arms latched on to me, his slimy grasp clung to my skin.

I could feel it. I could feel it.

Why wasn’t it over? What was going on? These questioned ran through my mind as he grabbed my neck, pulling me into the darkness of his coat.

Wake up. Wake up.

I urged myself with my last ounce of desperation. I had to wake up.

But I never did.