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   Running through the tall grass. Wind is blowing through my hair.My long hair flowing in the wind. Knife in hand. I am ready. He will not touch me. No more!I will not be another one,I will not be next. I refuse. I run. I don’t stop,I don’t look. I push my legs to run as fast as I can. I hear him behind me,he is getting closer. I am sweating.Heart leaping out of my chest. Hard to breathe,hard to run,need to stop but can’t. He is closer,and closer and closer until he is right behind me. I am dead. Down. Knocked out. Alive? He raises his hand,the blade shines moonlight on me. Silver.It is over. It is done. With a single strike,the blood splattered in front of him. The job is done. Another successful night. It was a close one but nobody gets away from him. The night continues. The hunt goes on.    Another night. Tall grass. Sweat,tears,blood. The straw hat moves in the moonlight. Now,falling off the head of the yet another victim of the hunt,down to the cold ear...

   Every night would be the same,and it was getting worse. At first,I would get ready for bed as usual,get comfortable and close my eyes. Before too long I was fast asleep and dreaming away. Then it started.I don’t remember when exactly but I do remember the first night. I dreamt of being in the park,sitting on the bench,autumn. I am reading the newspaper,sipping on the coffee. Dogs,children around. So nice,so peaceful and then it began. Out of nowhere,this big dark mass started to destroy everything. It appeared as a dark dot in the distance and as it was getting closer to me,it was getting bigger and bigger. It was swallowing everything in it’s way,leaving nothing behind. It was growing and getting closer. It was not like the dogs and the children were flying in it’s mouth. The dream was just being ripped apart,just ripped into nothing.Gone. this thing was getting closer to me and once it was real close,massive darkness,loud howl..I woke up,screaming,in sweat. It was a ...