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How insane and intense can I get? My heart still hurts and my mind still wanders. I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep yet. I'm fearing if i do, I'm going to go back. Go back to that place where i feel like I can't escape. It chains me from faith and confidence to focus.

She stares around the house as she feels it's a normal night. Then something wanders in the back of her mind of an email she failed to respond to. "How did I get myself into this? I should've said no." She hears her friend say "You should've quit while you were ahead. Don't leave things behind. It'll catch up to you in time." She heads back to her room, afraid. She knows they're coming, and she wants to hide, but she knows that there's no escaping her mistakes. "I should've finished the job." she said. And as she reached for her phone, the house went cold, dark and eerie. The voice on the other line said "I'm coming in. Don't think you're getting of easy." She looks around the living room, and her friends are still there, but frozen solid, as if they didn't hear or care.

Then someone appears out of the darkness. It frightens her as the figure approaches. She drops her phone and runs through the hallway door, closes it, and it locks. She could hear the pounding more and more. In the back of her mind, she knows what she has to do. Meeting her fate was not an easy thing to do. She opens it a crack, and her dictator barges in, yelling words she can't seem to take in, but she knows she regrets whatever she didn't do, and it's amazing how the metaphors of this story is revealing to be true.

He brings her to one of the rooms, she screaming and she's frighten. She lays on the bed with him standing over screaming "Don't move. Don't you dare move." All of a sudden she sees to her left the back of two females' severed heads on wooden poles, although there is no blood, but she can feel what might become." I can feel that the girl I speak of, that I see this is me. And it scares me even more knowing that I'm not strong enough to break free from this nightmare.

The figure is still there, speaking of what she failed to do. However she does not know what it is. She just knew that this was coming. And suddenly she remembered it all happening before at a certain time and place. De ja vous can be a scary embrace.

She suddently feels an urge of confidence and strentgh, and thinks of a plan of attack. But she remembered as he was tying her feet together that it's still a dream, and her reflexes are as slow as the movement of a snail. She kicks once, and it makes the figure even angrier. Her strentgh was lost. The figure disappears, and she finds herself in tears recognizing now, the room around her, the heads gone, the figure gone, but another one there. She tries beg for forgiveness, because she can sense what's coming next. The dark room is feeding on her fear and she chokes as she tosses and turns in her covers. Coming in and out of sleep she wonders when it'll stop.

Then she blacks out...the next thing she knows her eyes opens as she was fast asleep. She closes her eyes again, and this time, she finds herself being dragged slowly from her bed, she struggles to get back in and makes in. Opens her eyes and and sighs in relief, and the deep sleep catches her once again. But she feels the same feeling she did before, and now she's being pulled from her bed even more, and she feels frozen, she can't seem to move and she struggles with all her might to try to scream and get back to the bed. And now she realizes she's being dragged into the closet.

And it feels weird because she doesn't feel any hands pulling her, but still feels the prescence of someone behind dragging her. She sees a black dog laying in front of her. Its eyes bright as a flashlight staring straight at her. And all of a sudden she finds herself moving, and rushes to the bed.

She gets in, tosses and turns, and she thinks she's awake, but she can still feel the dream dragging her back. Soon enough she can't tell whether or not she's awake, she opens her eyes, closes them, opens them, then figures appear right in front of her moving around, she closes and opens, and they're still there, whispering and taunting as they walk around her bed. Then, that's when she felt a finger run down her back. She wants to scream because she's going insane. Insane wondering if it's actually real or just a game and tricks that her mind is playing on her. She screams as she awakens to see her room mate next to her sleeping peacefully and slightly turning with a sigh. "I know she heard that" the girl says as she breathes deeply and fast.

She sees her phone on her nightstand and feels the urge to call someone, but then she realizes that she is awake, and that the dream is over. And if she goes back to sleep, it might still be there. She shakes her head knowing it was one of the worse she's ever had as she starts typing...