I’m laying in bed, wide awake. For some reason I can’t sleep. I can’t close my eyes. I squeeze them shut and roll over onto my side. It’s dark out. The moon is in its usual place to shine down on my bed brightly. I pull the covers up closer, snuggling under them and staring at the ceiling.

That’s when I first hear it.

The twinkling of an ice cream truck. It starts off far away, then draws closer through the small neighborhood. I sit up in bed as it passes, not stopping until our drive it sits idle at our long driveway for awhile before slowly continuing down the road. I settle back down and close my eyes, finally, sleep finds me.

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The moon is flickering through the slitted window blinds. Flickering? Flickering. I sigh, dust drifts through the air, settling. My breathing slows and my eyes start the close. 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, I exhale.

That’s when I hear it the second time.

It starts closer, the same ice cream truck. The twinkling cranking sound is slower, as if the truck has slowed. It stops briefly at the drive, then continues on.

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It’s deadly quiet. All I hear is my breathing. The moon is extinct amongst the dancing stars. My breath sounds too loud, I almost hear an echo. Is someone in the room with me?

That’s when I hear it for the third time.

It starts right outside my window, louder. It gets closer, stopping at our driveway. It stays, idly, the music plays. Slowly, creepily it runs into my ears. Music of the clown, right out of a horror movie.

Something passes by my window, backlit by white moonlight. I gasp, flying straight up in bed.

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Sweat is puddled on my skin as if I fell into a pool while sleeping. I stand on shaking too-pale white legs and pull a oversized black T-shirt on, that falls to my mid-thighs. I run a hand through my curled, messy hair, and close my eyes.

“What the hell?” I murmur, puffing out my cheeks and releasing the air slowly. I bend with my hands on the messy grey bed and try to steady my breathing. “God, that was freaky. Oh my gosh. Wooo…” I shake my hands and rub my face until the feeling of being watched goes away.

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Yeah, so… I had this dream a few times. The first ones are the dream… it like… progressed as it went. It wasn’t back-to-back dreams. It was like 2 one week And the last one was a week later. I haven’t had another. Was scary since I kept having them with small differences. The last section is my reaction to the dream when I woke up one morning. 😂👍🏼