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Bad Dream

Bad Dream

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I saw nothing, but an empty street.

It was very dark,

And black was all I could see

I wasn't scared of this setting initially

But as I was walking,

I heard a sound, so frightening -


Like someone was shouting "HELP!" quiet loudly

Screeching into my ears, that moment was so scary!

What was even scarier was the voice's familiarity,

My mind, even more crazy, made me run towards it.

As the voices grew louder, I could see a small light

Not that bright, but bright enough to get attention quiet right,


And the scene I saw there got me trembling to my knees.

It was me playing chess with a guy covered in hoodie,

With an axe in hand laughing hysterically, and me

Shaking, trying to play chess with that grim reaper apparently,

And the time I reached there, the grim reaper freakishly

Turned around me, moving queen on the board cheerily,

Shouted "Checkmate !", and destroyed the board quickly.


I started to run from there hastily

While the grim reaper started taking soul contentedly.

I was quivering with fear, looking at that view, so appalling,

I was petrified, I tried to scream so badly,

And that was the time, my eyes went open with half a scream,

Only to realize, it was a bad dream.



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