Hiyaaa!!! Welcome back to me!! Now you remember that I always get killed in my dreams or get jumps cared so much I waked up? Well this is one of this dreams but much more crazier. I became the ghost instead bradaahhhs!! That means I died but so what? I always dies in my dreams so this much is not that of a problem. Is what I would say but seriously, why that gorerrific arrghh I'll just tell you guys instead.. This was just a short dream but if you enjoy my suffering so much, that was not an issue noh? Anyways let's start...
So in this dream, the pov was not from me but from an unknown girl. I didn't get to see her face but she has a phone with a flashlight on. She's wearing a short skirt, a blouse and a rubber shoes. Her age might have been 17 below and that's all I remember about her. The place she was in though was an abandoned school. I don't know how she got there but there was a police caution tape lingering on the floor. Perhaps she tears them to get in? No matter... Anyways she was searching for something and she only stopped when she saw an old piece of paper. She reads it out loud and I cannot remember the exact words but it entails about a man confessing his wrong doings to his wife. In the letter, he keeps apologising to his wife telling that he shouldn't have done it and buried her in the ground instead of putting her body in a ceiling. After she read that, suddenly she looked up in the ceiling and there our eyes met. Her face is terrified as she observed my features. Even though my eyes should be on one part, it looks like my eyes is everywhere. The reason why I can still observe the girl and my body. My hair is long and very black, my skin is paler than white, I'm wearing white long dress, and my eyes is brown with red blood tears streaming from my eyes. The most noticeable features though is the big slashed on my abdomen which makes my intestines and blood drip into the floor. That's when my sight and pov locked in myself in the ceiling. I could see the unknown girl's horror and as I tried to reach her with my bloodied hands, she stumble a little bit and ran away from the school. I could feel sadness, exhaustion, and betrayal as several memories flashes back into my brain. A man in a white polo and brown trousers is arguing with a pregnant woman in a white dress. Then the scene shift into that woman having a miscarriage and her crying. The scene shifts back into the man and woman quarrelling again but this time, the woman's stomach is flat. Another scene shift but this time much more gruesome than the woman's miscarriage. As their quarreling got intense, the man grabbed a knife and did the unthinkable. He stabbed the woman, twisted the knife, and do it again and again until the woman lost her life. After that, another scene shift and this time, that man buried the woman in the house's ceiling. The scenes stopped shifted and I get back in my ghost self. As I tried to touch my abdomen though, that's when I get back into the real world. As usual when I get hurt in my dream, I could also feel it in real world so I lay there in my bed clutching my abdomen. Hot tears stream from my eyes the moment I relieve the dream again. I'm not crying because I became a ghost and died. I'm crying because I realized that the flashback is me and how I died. I felt like my future or my past life flashes back in my eyes. I'm so sad and so pissed at the same time. Its because I have a FUCKING hunch that the man who killed me is the same man who stabbed me in the mall. I can't believe his audacious effing self! After he stabbed me with a knife in the mall, he stabbed me with a rusted knife, and then he stabbed me again and again and gutted me. The worse though is he married me, impregnated me, and then killed me. F him!!! He should be thankful I never get to see his face or else I'll hunt him to death.
After an hour though I get up from my bed and leave my bedroom. My aunt saw me but she never asked why I am crying. Maybe because she knew I'm a dramatic bitch that's why she never asked. Anyways another craaaazzzyy dream this is and much more vivid and brutal.
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