I stand alone in the middle of a dark alley, trying to catch my breath, looking desperately for anything or anyone that can help me. I hear the faint sounds of footsteps behind and my heart almost stopped beating. I saw a spot where I can hide and crouched down, squeezing my small body trying my best not to make a sound. I hear the footsteps coming near. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. The darkness and the dead silence make every sound of the footsteps seem ominous. I keep my head bowed down, my heart in my throat, I hold my breath and keep my eyes closed shut. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven... another set of steps and then it was gone. I strained my ears, listening to any sounds and then ice cold hands gripped my neck... With a loud 'thud' and a 'grunt', 25 year old Tessa woke up startled from her sleep on the floor. It wasn't a good sleep, though. It was almost a nightmare, a freakish nightmare of some guy who was relentlessly following her. As a writer, dreams are a tool for her. It is usually were she get inspiration for her next book, but her dreams are usually magical in nature.
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