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She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Oscar, Oscar. 'Listen to the heartbeat, Casey. Listen to it... find it. Start believing, for fucks sake!' Another jolt hit us, and our legs buckled, the pain burning. Burning. I was burning. I could feel the fire, heat radiating out from my core and somewhere, somewhere, I could hear it. So faint, so distant, like a drumbeat. What was that? The water rushed forward again, a tide, drowning out the noise. We would prevail. We would kill the human, we would drain Helel, we would let the talitha come into this world and we would feast... we would... we would...

When her mother was lulling her to sleep that night, she read the expression on her face and interpreted it right-Fear "What are you scared of?" She asked softly "What I'll see on the night before my birthday" she answered with a small voice. "Don't worry, it won't be bad this time, I'll pray for you" and then her mother prayed until she fell asleep.

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

It was utterly ironic, that mum experienced such appeasing dreams with regards to me, I, on the other hand, was continually tormented by those appalling nightmares which affected my reality lethally. Evening fell, without any of us even realizing, as the sun had been absent since morning and the melodies of Christmas carols from nearby churches filled our ears, evoking a sense of peace, spiritual bliss, and joy. And after various Christmas carols, final gulping of some French wine that dad had been saving for the occasion, exchange of gifts between Judy, Alex, and me, along with get-well-soon hugs given by the three of them to me, we parted, with effusive hopes filling up my heart for the ho

Her breath was visible in the frigid air, a stark contrast to the warmth she craved. "Carols fill the air with cheer, As families gather, year after year. The spirit of Christmas, warm and bright, Fills our hearts with joy and light." Ahead, blinking lights seemed to dance and flicker while people were pulling one person out of the cars which were hit by the truck as their glow distorted through the haze of her vision. The screeching sound that had jolted her awake once again as she was slipping into unconsciousness and then waking up.

The same old words I whisper to myself whenever I come back to this nightmare. "Goodnight, little one. It’s time to close your eyes, The things you keep asking just let it all fly away Like birds in the sky, they’ll soon find their way But honey, just make sure to remember the promised I made That wherever you go, even the darkest days I will always be here with you, we will never be far away Because, I will never leave you..." As I run and run in the dark the lullaby keeps playing somewhere in the room. The footsteps approaching, the lyrics of the song are becoming unclear as it gets distorted changing into a deep, heavy, scary voice that seemingly comes underneath the ground.

he walks away I let out a sigh Don't worry mum, I'll find you and am going to free you from him This monster, I hope you're still alive Roses are red And so are some lipstick My poems probably making you guys sick But once you see it you'll know you've come to the end of another episode You could do something better than reading it though Like maybe kissing Santa on a mistletoe Yeah you got me I just wanted a rhyme Thanks for reading my lines (see what I did there) If you laugh you'll surely die Sorry don't be scared I'm just kidding Am probably sure you're wishing for this to end

“I’ll do it,” I tell her. “I’ll sing for you.” Her eyes grow wide. “You can sing?” I nod. “What song is it?” “‘What Child Is This?'” she answers. “I know it.” I probably know every Christmas song by heart. “You’ll bring her to the hospital?” I ask Mr. Piercing Dark Eyes. “Sure,” he answers.