I was lying in the living room floor with my face in my mother's chest. I was pleading for her to stop talking about the boy. He was in the other room holding out a ball to whoever happens to see him. He was always there and the thought scares me to death. I don't want to see the ghost.
That was my dream before I woke to footsteps outside the window. I was desperately trying to convince myself that it was of a cat's but the steps were too loud and heavy to ever belong to a kitty. It was two in the morning. Anyone in his proper mind will not go strolling at this hour. I started to sing Hosanna in my head praying that worship songs will scare the thing away instead of it scaring me. I even thought my voice beautiful.
I was supposed to study at three am for a quiz in the morning. I was too tired the other night to review. I decided to go back to my dreamworld since the thing's s really scaring the hell out of me. After humming another song, I dozed off.
Creepy encounter = failure to study = shitty test result. Damn.
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