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Rated: E · Short Story · Horror/Scary · #1726177
the girl is chased inside a dream she runs from a monster that follows her until she wakes
Around me, foggy clouds transform into a plain gray sidewalk surrounded by grass and sky. i feel my numb legs walk steadily forward. i realize i am in a dream but right now i cant trust my mind. i seek something but cant figure out what it is. i notice a quarter sized object on the floor. i pick it up on my hands and realize its a bean. the bean looks awful . its wrinkles make it seem as if it were a face. suddenly the bean opens and i realize that it is a face. it starts to laugh. I get goosebumps everywhere. the bean senses my fear and strikes my thumb with razor sharp teeth. i drop it and stamp on it. it starts to laugh again. the laugh sounds as if he was happy to bite me. it starts chaunting an odd poem and i turn rigid cold. i find myself the same size as the umwanted bean. it stands on feet that are made by roots. all thoughts in my mind were screaming to run away. i backed away from the monster as i named it.
I run wildly through the overgrown grass. the fog seems to come back but leaves quickly and a giant trash bag appears in front of me. the greeness of the plants feels blinding and yet soothing to my eyes. i feel the terror come back as i'm chased through the humid ground. my feet felt soggy inside my shoes. i restrain myself from looking back. i do not want to see the horid monster again. i felt the warm rush of blood reach my cheeks while sweat slid down my panicked face. the trash bag smells awful as i arrive. through my panttings i see where the smell originate from. a rotting bannana peel is on top of a decaying fish . its smell is thick and i feel myself unable to breathe . i see the enchantig fog again and the scenary has changed. i am still running. fear still controls my heart. the beating of it lets me know i am alive. i seem to reach a solid tall house . it looms over the grass as if inviting desperate creatures. i run through the door when i notice that the monster is still behind me. i run a fast as i can manage and hope to beat it. i reach the door and realize its closer to me than i realize. i close my eyes and wait for it to attack. i open my eyes and i awaken form my dream.
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