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Night after night, Mabel continued to have this uncanny dream which always left her drenched in her own sweat, in the middle of the night.
It was the same dream, at the same time, every night and she could no longer dismiss it as nothing, or as just a figment of her own imagination. She was gripped with fear as she felt there was more to them.
The dream would always begin with her standing in an alley, half lit with the light of the shining Moon, on a very cold night. Standing at the alley's entrance, covered in thick layers of darkness, was a cloaked figure, obscured by a hood and standing motionless, as a statue. His presence was ominous as the clouds would turn thick grey and a big black bird flying over the Town's paved rooftops, its cries filling the air, would rest on his shoulders. She would always feel the two flaming eyes of the figure fixated on her, piercing through her being and into her soul. She knew that he was an agent of darkness but could not understand why he was always in her dreams. Was he going to harm her? Or was he a harbinger of destruction?
This has been so for the past sixty days, she remembered because it started on the day of her last birthday and she had attributed the nightmare to having had too much to drink.
But now..... She was worried and wondering. What could all these mean? Mom!
She decided to call her Mom and confide in her about her recurring dreams.
Mabel reached out for the telephone by her bedside, but before she could grasp it, her heart stopped for many moments, her hand froze in mid-air. Sitting by the telephone was the sinister cloaked figure, eerily silent, his flaming eyes digging into hers. She lay there transfixed, by a force much more powerful, her heart pounding in her chest. He was real, realier than real could be.
Then she woke up with a start, she was soaked in sweat. The encounter was unsettling, it was a dream inside a dream and this left a lingering sense of unease.
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Next time she should ask: why are you here?
How easily we judge by the clothes, looks of someone. Can be this is her own fear showing.
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Maybe there was something he didn't want Mabel to know about, if not, he wouldn't have stopped her from calling her Mom.
Thank you very much @freewritehouse.