I Thought We Were Alone…Behind the Tombstone 003
After tucking them in, I whispered good night in their ears. Although mine wasn’t the only whisper I heard… Woke up at 0319 again and froze as I looked into her eyes as she crawled her way up me. A silent scream of terror wept from me as the thunder of her touch rocked my foundation. I couldn’t move. Tried to tell myself it’s just a dream. Tried to move any muscle.
Nothingness fell over me and my eyes rolled back to discover the view from the other side. Such a wondrous, vibrant, and colorful dreamscape took over. Even the nail of hers that broke off in my flesh from her clawing at my chest didn’t register as any sensation.
I was adrift again, coming back to this warped dream we call life. Waking into dreaming as I realized I shit the bed.
“Keep calm, the treatment is working. It will be over with a couple more sessions. The spirit will be separated from the body, freeing your soul.” -he wheezed at me through my decrepit bandages.
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