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It is dark. There is only a faint glow coming from the hallway. The door to my room is slightly ajar. I can sense an evil presence.

She is here.

I silently slip out of my bed and touch down softly on the wooden floor. I walk slowly down the hallway and the light glows brighter. The floorboard creaks and I hear someone screaming.

I open my eyes. I'm still in my bed. I get out of my bed again but unlike in the dream, I put on stockings. I shuffle down the hallway. There is no creaky floorboard this time.

I come to the common area and She is facing the fireplace.

Of course, the floorboard I am standing on decided to squeak just now. I shiver as She turns around slowly.

I scream. She has no eyes, nose, or mouth. Where they should be, there are just empty holes.
Then, She starts screaming. Loud enough to make my ears bleed.

She speeds towards me. I grab a decorative knife off the mantel but she takes it from me. I try to wrestle it away from her.

Just when I think I have control, I put all my force into driving it toward her. But the next thing I know I am holding tightly as ever onto the handle of the knife. And it is sticking out of my stomach.

She is standing over me. But if I am going to die I know what I need to do. She thinks I am defeated. But not yet...

I rip the knife out of me and stab her. Her eye holes glow red, just like all those times. Then they fade away to black. And so do I.