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I find Myself walking up My ( deceased) Grandmothers driveways to see a big rig truck, solid black with a broken headlight, and a man laying in a puddle of murky water, (i know whats going to happen and i cant do anything about it.) I run up to the man thinking he's hurt, i hear the murmuring of him but he's heavier then anything i've ever lifted and i cant roll him over, and i cant see his face, all i see is a black shirt and brown hair, and his leg's disappear when i look for them. i try and roll him over and then a man will always come from behind me scream " Don't touch it! dont touch it!" and he'll yank my hand and make me run. i always turn around and pull against the man to try and help the other man. ( i cant tell what the man looks like again, all i see is a blue shirt and brown hair on the second man and his hand is cold. very very cold. and covered in grease.) before i know it the other man has disappeared and we are running threw my grandmas hay field its all dead and dried up. i always hear the trucker closing in his truck and feel like collapsing.. and everytime the guy that was leading me away vanishes and i end up falling and unable to move. next thing i know is the man is getting out of the truck ( and he always has something with him, a bar, a wrench, a rock, a bat,) i cant really see him but i see his black boots. stomping ...and then.. he kills me.. ..

It began with me knocking at my parents family front door it night cold and windy..my deceased mother opened the door to my shock ..she turned ans walked away towards the kitchen.. i entered closing the door and saw my father watching TV .. I called to him asking .. what is she doing here ? .. my father could not hear or see me..on realizing this I proceeded to the kitchen and saw my deceased mother cooking dinner and table set like she use too.. I asked ..Mum what are you doing here? she turned looking at me with a smile tilting her head.. I began to cry and tried to embrace her..there was this blank void for a bit as I come from the blankness she was at the table away from me serving dinner ,I moved towards her pleading with her to talk to me and I woke up!

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