I was running. As fast as I could just to escape from that "Thing".
A girl, covered in blood from head to toe with eyes that are all black and has a skin which is very white as if itp drowned for several years who's body was never found and buried.
Someone who's been dying to enter the world of the living.
An entity, craving for one's body and soul.
As I kept running, I looked back and noticed she was no longer chasing me. And in a blink of an eye, I was so shocked to notice that suddenly, I'm now laying on the bed of my room.
I felt relieved.
"She's finally gone" I whispered to myself.
Or atleast, that's what I thought.
Until I noticed my cabinet, slowly opening by itself.
I don't want to go near it because my guts were telling me that She is there.
And I also knew myself that from the looks if it, she will probably go out by slowly rising from my cabinet.
Yet my body didn't listen.
As I walked closely, I realized that the clothes inside my cabinet were gone. All that's left was nothing. Nothing but pitch black. And for some reason, I just can't help but to stare at it.
And just like in those horror movies, I tried to put my hands inside, being the curious person that I am just to know how deep it was.
And let me tell you. It was a bad idea.
A very bad one.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed me.
Cold, skinny, bloody, pale hands were grabbing me.
And finally, I saw her again. Her head was the only thing popping out, giving me a closer look on her face.
And I did not like it.
Her face had more blood than before.
But that didn't scare me.
What scared me was when I saw her smiling.
A smile you don't even want to get.
And so, I started to panick. I tried moving her hands away but it was no use.
My body was not moving.
My voice were not coming out.
I felt doomed.
Full of despair.
There was nothing I could do.
But then luckily, I suddenly woke up from my slumber.
I was breathing.
I was moving.
My voice was still with me.
I was alive.
I am still alive and I remembered every single thing that's happened to me in my dream.
But my thoughts about that girl didn'teave me.
Her face, her skin, her hair. Everything.
I felt terrified.
And I felt it even more when I realized that the only thing that's lighting my room was my nightlight and when I saw that MY cabinet were spread open.