The street before me was utterly still and silent as I ran its course, a few spectral lamps being my only source of illumination from the night that settled on the neighborhood like inky, pervasive smog.
“Help, please!” I would occasionally cry out to the looming houses as I passed them by. No answer would ever come. So I ran, on and on, because I knew somehow – though I never dared to look – that not far behind was my nighttime stalker, keeping pace with me all the time.
This is a recurring dream I had as a child, for years on end. The details would change ever so slightly over time, but it always ended the same … my finding no solace from whoever was pursuing me. It is gone now, back to wherever those pernicious bad dreams go, yet the memory of how it made me…
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The Devorian 
I’m a bit scared with this kind of stuff. lol . But you must have a gift to ignite someone’s imagination by the way you write. 🙂
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Those are generous words, my dear, and I appreciate them more than I can say.
Stay scared! It keeps you young … in a manner of speaking.
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Wow. I just kept on staring at the wall after reading this. Had me thinking for a while. I believe this is what beautiful writing does. Casts you in its spell. Enchanted. Would love to read more.
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I am flattered beyond words, my dear. I am glad you enjoyed my tale, particularly that it stayed with you long after the words disappeared from the screen. That, I believe, is the aim of all writers.
As for more, I’m not sure when that will happen. I’ve been sunk with what could be labeled as ‘personal issues’. But stay tuned!
By the by, if you have any nightmares to share yourself, they are always welcome.
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Sure. I would be waiting to read more you. I hope you sort out all the issues soon. Stay blessed and keep writing.
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Much appreciated, my dear. Enjoy your day!
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