C44 (1/2)

Exhausted, I fell asleep again, but I didn't realize that I was once again in that dream, the dream that made me tremble.

Everything in the dream played out again, just like yesterday, the baby's crying and giggling, the shuffling of footsteps, tick-tick-tock … Tick, tap, tap … It kept ringing.

The footsteps grew louder and noisier, coming from the living room outside.

Then I saw the man who had killed the family and ended my own life.

It was torture, the picture was so real, and yet I could only be a spectator, feeling the blood and the cruelty, and yet there was nothing I could do about it.

My conscience was being condemned, but I couldn't stop the sight of the bloody forest. My heart was bleeding, and I wanted to scream.

I wanted to open my eyes and wake up from a nightmare, but just like yesterday, I couldn't wake up. My eyelids felt like they were stuck with glue.

I thought it would be over after all that had happened, but when the man's murder was over, a new scene appeared, this time of a woman, a woman in a red robe, who had also appeared in the hall, and when she did, everything vanished except for the rope that hung from the beam around her neck.

Its body swayed in the wind, dangling from the beams of the house.

Then, I saw it suddenly open its eyes and stare straight at me. It had a pair of bloody eyes that continuously dripped with fresh blood …

Fresh blood fell drop by drop onto the ground, as if there was a blossoming of bright red flowers.

After that, the corners of his mouth curled up as he smiled at me with a demonic and cruel smile. He opened his mouth and said, ”You're going to die …. ”You're going to die …”

This voice came from all directions and instantly engulfed me. Endless darkness assaulted me and I fell into eternal damnation, beyond redemption.

I thought I was dead, but when the morning sun came in through the window and fell on my eyelids, I could still feel the warmth, the light, shining on me.

I tried my best to open my eyes, but I tried really hard...

Then, I really opened my eyes. I was tired, more tired than I ever had been, which made me feel like I was a seriously ill old man who was dying from illness. I was like a rotten log that had run out of oil, and I lay in bed for a long time without getting up. Beep, beep, beep... I didn't even have the strength to reach out and turn it off.

I don't know how long I lay there, but when it was late in the morning, I felt that my body was mine again. My hands could move, my body could move.

I slowly got up and started thinking about a question. Was I fooled by that old fortune-teller under the bridge?