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Me an a few of my friends and family are sitting in my room talking. We here a noise down the hall so we go to investigate. The hall light is on as a small figure bounces around at the end of the hall. We look closer finding a small person that only comes up to my knee with a tikki mask on his face and a leaf skirt on. He turns to us and roars a scary as hell roar showing the mask was really his face. He gives chase as we all run into my room. My friend gets caught and is ripped limb by limb apart by the small creature. It reaches my door and stands in the frame staring at us as if confused. Then it turns and runs down the hall. All night we hid in my room as it ran up and down the hall causing noise and destroying things. We would peak out to see if it was gone and it was waiting for us. Some of us got caught and was ripped apart but me a few hid still. When we wake from finally falling asleep he stood in the door way again with his sharp little teeth grinning then suddenly he let out another scary roar stretching his jaw as big as his head then dispersed down the hall once again. The next night after he tautened us and waited for us he fell asleep again. When we woke I rolled over finding it in my bed starring at me with a sharp toothed grin. I jumped out of bed thinking it was the end and asked it what it wanted. It stood up and in a creepy little voice it said, "you can help me kill the goblin," Then it opened its mouth and attacked me with a deep roar again then i woke up from the nightmare.

Flames are engulfing a housing complex that I live in. I take my two boys and tell them to stand behind me as I help the neighbour s fight the flames and smoke. When it become too much I make a dash for the boys and carry both under arms to safety amid the smoke. On reaching safety, I realise that the one on my right who is supposed to be the younger is not the person I am carrying. I give the older boy to the maid to take to safety and head back into the smoke to look for the other

I was sitting at home, reading. All of a sudden, my mom came in crying, telling me that Alex Kavalchuk, a man who I am very close to and very much in love with, had died in a bombing at his Air Force base in South Korea. We flew to his home state, New York, to attend the funeral. It was an open casket service, and when I peered in to see his face one last time, it was grotesque, the cheeks were caved in, his mouth was frozen open in a scream of horror, and it looked like he had died in complete agony.... I reached in to touch his disfigured cheek one last time, then woke up right as my fingertips made contact.

We were on a desert rock and I saw him standing under the gold awning. I walked straight toward him and he looked at me; he was awaiting my approach. He leaned on a golden countertop. I reached him. "Your teeth," he said. "Is there anything wrong with them?" I asked. "No," he said. "They're beautiful." We grabbed each others hand and began walking along the counter. And he kept praising me. "Your smile! Your hair!" The golden counter narrowed down as we walked along it until it vanished. When it did, we embraced. We both let out a sigh of relief, grabbing each other as hard as we could. "I love you, Joey," I told him. "I'll wait for you, Kansas," he said as he kissed me. "I'll do anything for you."

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