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The beginning started in a flash. The time period flashed back to the early ’50s and I was with my friends at a sock hop. Although it wasn’t actually the ‘50s, we were at a school dance and that was the theme. I was dressed in a poodle skirt, sam was in dark wash jeans, a white tee-shirt, and Chuck Taylors. Haley, Mary, and Tom were dressed similarly but in dull colors, while Sam and I were in brighter colors. While we were all dancing and having a good time, when my favorite song came on I ran to Sam and told him he had to dance with me and of course, he said yes. As we were dancing it felt as if time stood still. After that song, the colors in the room got brighter, and the music became more clear. The night continued on in a swirl of enchanted highschool romance as we danced the night away having the time of our lives until we were brutally interrupted. A past boyfriend showed up. He was wearing all black and carrying a gun. After threatening to shoot up the school, Sam tackled him, got the gun away from him and had him pinned to the floor in time for the police to come in and take him away. Mary asked if I was alright, after both of us witnessing the whole thing, as Tom went to Sam to make sure he wasn’t hurt. To complete the night, we went home to my house and told my mom the contents of the night as we drank black coffee, and ate crepes.

Dearest in mind, I would like to introduce myself for the first time. My name is Barrister David Gomez Gonzalez, the personal lawyer to my late client. Who worked as a private businessman in the international field. In 2012, my client succumbed to an unfortunate car accident. My client was single and childless. He left a fortune worth $12,500,000.00 Dollars in a bank in Spain. The bank sent me message that I have to introduce a beneficiary or the money in their bank will be confiscate. My purpose of contacting you is to make you the Next of Kin. My late client left no will, I as his personal lawyer, was commissioned by the Spanish Bank to search for relatives to whom the money left behind could be paid to. I have been looking for his relatives for the past 3 months continuously without success. Now I explain why I need your support, I have decided to make a citizen of the same country with my late client the Next of Kin. I hereby ask you if you will give me your consent to present you to the Spanish Bank as the next of kin to my deceased client. I would like to point out that you will receive 45% of the share of this money, 45% then I would be entitled to, 10% percent will be donated to charitable organizations. If you are interested, please contact me at my private contact details by Tel: 0034-604-284-281, Fax: 0034-911-881-353, Email: amucioabogados@infocaixa.info I am waiting for your answer Best regards, Lawyer: - David Gomez Gonzalez

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

I was in an apartment with my older sister, we was just siting there and abnormal tall shadows were on the wall, screaming. I looked around and seen a wall break then my older sister disappears. I stood up and walk over, a demon grabed me and burned my skin. I remember screaming and crying then I'd start falling into pitch blackness, hearing people laughing at me. I could hear myself screaming, sometimes maybe feel myself screaming. Just screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Silence. I'd land in the arms of my older sister, she had a blank look on her face and then she melted into blood, ear shattering screaming. It was all honestly traumatic considering everything was so vivid, occasionally becoming blurry. Then I woke up

When I was a kid, around 5-8 I had this nightmare for a long time, and the weirdest part is that I still remember it to this day, vividly. I'd be in an apartment with my older sister, we'd just sit there and abnormal tall shadows would be on the wall, screaming. I would look around and see a wall break then my older sister disappears. I would stand and walk over, a ghost/demon would grab me and burn my skin. I remember screaming and crying then I'd start falling into pitch blackness, hearing people laughing at me. I could hear myself screaming, sometimes maybe feel myself screaming. Just screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Silence. I'd land in the arms of my older sister, she had a blank look on her face and then she melted into blood, ear shattering screaming. It was all honestly traumatic considering everything was so vivid, occasionally becoming blurry. Then I woke up.

“When I was a kid, around 5-8 I had this nightmare for a long time, and the weirdest part is that I still remember it to this day, vividly. I'd be in an apartment with my older sister, we'd just sit there and abnormal tall shadows would be on the wall, screaming. I would look around and see a wall break then my older sister disappears. I would stand and walk over, a ghost/demon would grab me and burn my skin. I remember screaming and crying then I'd start falling into pitch blackness, hearing people laughing at me. I could hear myself screaming, sometimes maybe feel myself screaming. Just screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Silence. I'd land in the arms of my older sister, she had a blank look on her face and then she melted into blood, ear shattering screaming. It was all honestly traumatic considering everything was so vivid, occasionally becoming blurry. Then I'd wake up.

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