I woke up gasping at what I'd witnessed. An ugly monster with it's big yellow teeth, sewage covered coat, and rotten smelling breath. It had been running, chasing me at top speed and I was running too, straight towards a waterfall.
I wasn't sure how it happened though, I was able to remember everything I've ever seen but had no imagination, no creativity. The bridge though, that was a memory; it was the Calantte bridge where I had to have picnics with my family.
I went down to the bridge trying to gain a better understanding, but came up empty handed. There was no monster, no sewage, no stink. Just a dark and wet bridge with a letter. I opened the letter and saw one word, in my handwriting, 'run'.
I ran, smelling the stink behind me.
I could then see the foul creature, chasing me down towards the waterfall.But right before I fell I woke up, gasping at what I'd just witnessed.
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No Tears For The Creatures Of The Night
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