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Run!

Run away is all I seem to do. I feel that it's following me again. If this goes on I'll go mad. I would like to sit down and cry, but if I do sit down and cry it'll catch me. That would be terrible, I don't know for sure but I've got the feeling that it is that way. If only I had somewhere else to run to. Anywhere. But it is my house that I'm being hunted in. The creature, I call it creature because I've seen it but I don't know exactly what it is. It looks like one of those monsters taken from a horror film. A dark skin that looks like an armour. It seems to me like an alien warrior. He does have a weapon, like some metal claws, though he doesn’t wear a shield. His movement is slow, resembling that of some spiders. Slow but unstoppable.
No one seems to be around, and if they were they wouldn’t hear my screams, because I can’t emit a sound. It's silent panic the one I've got. I go up the stairs and when I get to the top of them the creature is at the very bottom. I go into the terrace and when I go down to the park I turn to see it going down the same stairs I just walk out of. I run, close doors, go up and down stairs but the creature is always following me. And to make it more despairing I can't make my foots move out of the circle I'm doing. Up the stairs, into the house, out into the terrace, down another stair, through the garden into the street, and finally back into the stairs leading to the house.
When I think I've lost it, I fall!!! I was so desperate I didn't notice the fallen chair. Or there was no chair before and somehow the creature put it in my path. I must stand up, is all I can think about while I see the creature coming, slowly, as if it knew that I lost this race, that there is no escape.
As the creature moves closer I start to crawl; my legs don't move, as if I don't have any legs at all. I crawl at the same speed as the creature, or at least it is what I think, until I feel its claw grab my legs and... I wake up. I hate this nightmare.
Guillermytho

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