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The light invaded my wide eyes as they were struck open by the frightening image that had been there only moments ago. Why do I keep having these dreams and images floating through my head?
What could they possibly mean? Am I going crazy?
I threw what little of my comforter that was left on my legs off as the image returned- me laying somewhere on pavement covered in children's chalk drawings with eyes wide open and a puddle of blood. My blood..?
But that's only one of many images and visions. I keep seeing this woman with strange dark eyes running towards me like she's a lion and I'm a piece of meat.
My open drawer granted my easy access to a few T-shirts. I put on one with a green star and purple background and hunted around the floor groggily for a pair of jeans. I grabbed my mini-backpack and opened my bedroom door, inhaling the scent of the rest of the house.
Mom was at the table with a bowl of some kind of wheat cereal in front of her. She turned to me and smiled.
"Mornin', Mom." I dragged a box of frosty cornflakes out of the cabinet above the stove and set it down next to the empty bowl that she had gotten out for me.
After I had poured the milk and eaten a bowlful I put the bowl into the left side of the sink and heard Mom pushing her chair back under the table I turned back to table and put my pack over my right shoulder.
"Is that all you're going to eat?" she asked, alarmed.
"Yeah. It's 'part of a good breakfast'." I looked at her and arched my eyebrows.
"Yes. But 'part' means that you have to eat a muffin and six oranges with it."
"And I also have to take a vitamin the size of your fist. Yeah, I know, Mom. And I love you, too." I cut her off and scampered trough the door, quickly shutting it behind me.
I leapt over the tall bush around the corner and landed with one foot on the sidewalk, falling over onto my butt. "Nobody saw that." I said loudly to myself, hoping that noone had.
But someone had. I looked over and saw a tall figure leaning on the broad trunk of a tree across the road in the yard of an unoccupied house much like ours.
I struggled to my feet and sprinted down the sidewalk and around the corner, not stopping until I got to Main Street. I turned back to see if I was being followed.
She was at my the cross of my street and the street I had turned onto. On the corner standing still and looking at me.
Watching me.
And from what I could tell, she was smiling. Not the smile your aunt gives you, or the one you get from a little kid with a lolipop in their hand, not the one that makes you smile back, but the one that makes you want to run and hide. The one you only see in movies.
The bad one.

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