The man in the darkness
Nina Yang
W&C III
MS. Guarino
01/25/2015
It is a regular weeknight. I wake up all of a sudden because of a bad dream. In fact, I don't usually have bad dreams, and this is the first bad dream I have had for this year. All I can remember is that I dreamed about a man chasing after me, but I couldn't see his face. He was running very fast like the wind. Luckily, it was just a dream. Without any drowsiness after the bad dream, I glanced around into the darkness in my room. Wait…There is a man standing next to my closet. He looks like the same exact person as in my dream. The man wears all black like The Lord Voldemort. He wears a hat, and it seems like he is staring right at me. I can't see his face because of the darkness. The scariest part is that he is floating, which means he does not have legs. A “ghost” is just hanging right next to my closet and staring at me. "He...hello..." I try to say something to break this silence. What if he is a good ghost? Or what if he wants to kill me? My heart is like a jumping rabbit, and I can hear it bumping very clearly. After several minutes, I still don't receive any response from him. Then, I grab something on my desk that feels sharp and decide to turn on the light to see what the man looks like. The switch is close to where the man is standing. I fell like a soldier is going to his first war, and I step closer and closer to where the switch is. "Ahhh..." With a scream, I turn on the light. Hanging in front of me are my bathrobe and my hat.
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