"Where am I?" I said to myself opening my eyes slowly. My head was bursting with a headache. It was all dark in here. I couldn't see anything, so I closed my eyes to remember what I was doing earlier. I could remember that I was reading a horror story and fell asleep before I got caught in this room. I was so puzzled because I couldn't see anything. My head was shaking. I could only feel things by touching them to know what they are. "This seems like my bedroom. I was sleeping. But how come it became so creepy." I can't even guess in which corner of the room I was in.
"Ouch!" I fell from my bed. "What's happening?" I said, trying to get up. Taking small steps, I started walking towards the door of my room, making it through the darkness. I twisted the doorknob so hard to open it, but it seemed to be locked. I was thinking anxiously that how would I get out of it safely. I started crying out of fear. The stuff in my room started falling down itself. I was shaking in fear and sat down by the door. My books hit my head as if someone was throwing them at me. "Stop! Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? Please stop!" I yelled, with my teary eyes I looked up though nothing was visible. Everything stopped for a minute.
"I didn't wish to die. Why I had to die? I had a lot of dreams just like you but I can't fulfill them." It was a big mystery who said this when no one is here except me. I was trembling with fear. Suddenly a flash appeared on the window of my room. It was all like a horror movie. "Please, leave me..... What have I ever done to you?", sobbing I said. "You were laughing at my funeral," the flash said. "But I never attended anyone's funeral. I'm a kid" I replied. "You were present at the graveyard that day. My mom was grieving at my loss from her life....while...You were coming there from laughing with your friend, looking at us." I was confused about listening to this. "We were talking about an incident including our friend whose grave we went to visit" I made it clear.
"But I'm here to kill you and I'll," it said. I wasn't able to move. I opened my mouth to shout for help but the voice couldn't come out of my throat. It was turning my hand from there only and grabbed my throat. I couldn't do anything except crying and suffering. "Smash!!!" I heard and the glass of my window broke and scattered. Another flash but this time brighter than the previous one, like a lily in bloom, appeared. It was like an angel that I hung on my window for good luck. It tried to save me and a fight started. It was all like a fantasy comic scenario. I was feeling a little happy that I could be saved before the flash defeated the angel.
It grew furious now and clasped his fingers. I started shaking my head in fear. The piece of broken glass came flying towards me and struck my throat. I screamed, "Aaahhhhh!!!" and opened my eyes getting up in the bed. It was 3 a.m. in the morning. The lights of my room were switched on and the glass of the window was alright. "Gosh! It was a dream" I said to myself. My bed and I were all wet with sweat as if I took a bath on my bed. I went to drink some water when I noticed a piece of broken glass with some bloodstains on it. I went to see myself in the mirror. My neck was having some scratches and a small wound through which blood was oozing out. I stood wondering what has happened tonight. Was it a dream, a part of my imagination, or something else?