I tripped over my own foot and fell backwards onto the concrete wall of the alley. The assaulter towered above me, the silver blade shining dimly from the reflection of the street lights. I tried my best to get a glance of his face, but all that could be seen was a blur image. Without warning, he plunged the icy cold blade into me, rendering me unconscious...
"No!" I sat up in my bed, for a moment wondering whether or not I was alive. Cold sweat trickled down my temples and cheeks. It didn't take long for me to realise it was just a nightmare, one which has haunted me over the past few weeks. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and reached for the clock. It was still early morning, I could still get some sleep, but the fear of having the same nightmare again made me change my decision.
Still shivering from the impact of the nightmare, I got out of bed listlessly and shuffled to the kitchen. I made myself a cup of hot coffee and settled down on the dining table. I started browsing through the newspaper from the day before and one of the articles caught my attention. It was about a serial killer who had broken out of jail and is currently back on his "hobby". Only three weeks had passed and already three citizens had been killed. I stared hard at the familiar face of the criminal, trying to figure out who he was. After several guesses, I gave up and tried to relax myself on the couch, before leaving for work.
It was 6.30 pm, and I was on my way home alone. Usually i would have taken the long route home, but that day, i decided to take a short cut, as i wanted to reach home in time for the season finale of my favourite show. I strolled into the alley, for a split-second wondering if I had been here before, as the scene was somehow familiar. An eerie silence engulfed the alley, as every step i took told me that something was wrong.
I hurried on, sensing that something was terribly wrong. Suddenly, I came to a halt as i finally realised what this place was. It was the alley in my dream! I took a good look at my surroundings, not wanting to believe that I was right. Horrors to horrors, it was true, the abandoned trolley, the rotten food, the garbage bags, they were all in the same position as they were in my dream. Fear coursed through my every vein as my heart seemed to stop beating.
Just then, I felt an icy object at my neck. My heart literally stopped.
"Do not move, or else...." a monotonous voice whispered into my ears. With the other hand, he pushed me towards the concrete wall, turning me around to face him, the blade still sticking on my neck. He punched me straight in my stomach, and I let out a loud moan and collapsed in pain.
The grey figure towered above me, as I focused my blurred vision on his face. It took me no more than a split-second to realise who he was: the serial killer. The features on his face were unmistakable. A scar that trailed down his left cheek, and a bulbous nose that seemed to be twice the size of an average person's. His eye were filled with insane ecstasy and his mouth turned into a sinister grin.
I tried to get a grip of myself and thought about what happened next in my dream. If this was identical with my dreams, then the next thing he would do is....
Again, without warning, he plunged the dagger towards me, but this time, I was more than prepared. The fear in me seemed to be overwhelmed by the desire to survive. I ducked to my left, and with both my limbs grabbed onto the assaulter's arm. With every ounce of energy left in me i pulled his arm down, bringing his head in contact with the concrete wall.
With a loud thud, he fell hard onto the ground beside me, unconscious. I took this chance to contact the police who arrived shortly after. The criminal was brought back to the station and I was escorted back home, safe and sound, all thanks to those dreams i had.
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