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I was sitting home alone on a stormy evening. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door, which struck me as odd since no one was supposed to be home for another two hours. So I sat still and pretended not to hear anything, but the knock came again. The air around me became cold and lifeless. As if I was inhaling chalk. Then I heard it, the sharp bullet fire followed by the cracking of wood. The door hinge dropped lifelessly to the floor, followed by the door itself. Then a man wearing all black was in its place. Immediately I sprung up and lunged for the back door, but the man was trailing at my heels. Then as if I had went through a wormhole of time I was running through the slummy streets of a crime filled city, the fiend still close behind. I’m running so fast my feet don’t feel a part of my body anymore, I sharply turn but am reluctant to find myself trapped in a dead end alleyway. As I frantically turn he has the gun pointed to my forehead, before he gets the chance to shoot I’m jolted awake.

I was sitting in a bar and there were very expensive whiskey bottles on the shelves. Two of my friends walked in and shot a spitball at me, but he missed and hit the shelf, sending a million dollars worth of whiskey shattered on the floor. Then a woman (who looked like my Chemistry teacher) ran by with a glowing stick in her hand. She ran by again and I asked her what she was doing. She then walked up and killed both my friends, making me extremely emotional. She then took me through the memories of a little boy, including his baseball games. Then, she took me to a white room where a convicted rapist was being held. The convicted rapist was apparently the grandfather of the little boy with the memories. The woman began reading the memories to the old man. She told me she had to do this everyday. The old man then motioned me over to a piano and we played a song together. (I have no idea how to play the piano, but I did perfectly in this.) Then, the woman asked the old man how he felt about his son. The old man said nothing. The woman then asked the old man how he felt about his grandson. The man said he wished his grandson was his son. The woman then turned to me and told me to "Solve the mystery" or something very vague like that. When I made the assumption the grandfather attacked the little boy, the woman locked me in a dark room with a purple door. She told me I wouldn't be able to get out until I solved the puzzle. I screamed for her to let me out, but she refused. Then I woke up mid scream.

I'm about 8 years old. I'm on an airplane with my younger brother flying to visit my mother in Colorado. My brother was in the window seat, I'm in the middle, and there is a man sitting in the aisle seat. I look at the man and ask him how much longer until we arrive at our destination. He turns to look at me and his jaw unhinges and slowly drops to his chest. He starts to scream the most bloodcurdling scream I've ever heard and his head starts to spin. After that, his eyes start bleeding. I look at my brother to show him and he starts doing the same thing. I then hit the flight attendant button and the flight attendant walked up and the same thing happened. I got up from my seat and ran through the plane to see the same thing happening to everyone. I proceeded to open the emergency exit door and jump to my death.

In a small city with my fiance in the evening he hurt his finger so we drove back behind storage units and a man in a plaid shirt on a forklift tried to hurt us until my fiance explained he was hurt The man took us back behind a building into a shambled house that smelled strongly of mold. He fixed my fiances finger and said he had one day to live. We went back to our house and my fiance kept getting worse and we laid down on the bed his head in my lap and I laid there with him till sunrise and then looked down at him and said "when you die,I'm going with you" and I put a gun to my head.

Beware the jabberwock my son! the jaws that bite the claws that catch! beware the jubjub bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch. he took the vorpal sword in hand. long time the manxome foe he sought. so rested he by the tumtum tree and stood awhile in thought. and as in uffish thought he stood, the jabberwock, with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgey wood, and burbled as it came. one, two! one, two! and through and through the vorpal blade went snicker-snack! he left it dead, with its head he went back galumphing back. and has thou slain the jabberwock? come to my arms, my beamish boy! Oh frabious day!

With my boyfriend s in the evening he got bitten on his finger so we drove back behind storage units and a man on a forklift tried to hurt us until my boyfriend explained he was hurt The man took us back behind a building into a shambled house that smelled strongly of mold. He fixed my boyfriend s finger and said he had one day to live. We went back to our house and my boyfriend was getting sicker and we laid down on the bed his head in my lap and I laid there with him till sunrise and then looked down at him and said when you die,I am going with you and I put a gun to my head.

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