I look at my clock. It's 3:15 P.M as a rotting corpse pushes his fingers into my stomach, searing pain erupting instantly. I scream, but it's like I was on mute. No one came from the other closed rooms. I'm gonna die, I think as I closed my eyes....
I gasp for air, and cry in relief.
Dang, that was an intensive dream.
I look at my clock. It is 3:14 P.M.

That's when my closet door creaks open, and a shadow lurking inside slowly peeps his head out.
Oh no. Not this again!
The rotting corpse slowly walks out of the closet, boney rotting hands in front of himself, and slowly creeps up to me.
I scream. At least it's one I can hear! The only problem is that no one is coming, like they can't hear it.
Oh no, oh no, oh no!!

The rotting corpse starts pushing his fingers into my stomach, and I scream again, pain and blood bubbling up my throat and into my mouth. I'm gonna die for real, I think, tears springing into my eyes. My eyes start to burn as the rotting corpse starts ripping flesh and meat off of me....
I awake with a jerk and a gasp. I feel myself to make sure I'm actually real. I start crying, relieved and disturbed that it was all just a dream.

I get up quickly, and turn on the lights.
It's all just a bad dream, I tell myself as I tear open the closet door.
It's all just a...
I scream, backing myself up to a wall.
It's all just a...
The rotting corpse in my closet opens its black beady eyes and looks at me.
It's all just a...
I backed up to a wall with my alarm clock in front of it and fumbled to grab it. 3:14 P.M.
It's just a...
I grab my stomach. Flesh started to rot away, and I could feel my bloody meat and organs.
It's all just a real life nightmare!!
I scream, but there's no point. I'm gonna die anyway!