Dreaming Is Dead... Nightmares Begin

She walks through the dark hallway, running her fingertips over the cold, cold stone wall guiding his way. She can feel the little ferns as she brushes past them. They feel as if they are little hands trying to grab her. She is scared, but continues on.

A light ahead. A small one, but a light. The woman makes her way toawrds the light, no sense in going back even if she finds something he doesnt like, she knows there is nothing in the direction from which he came from.

A slither of light shines out of the doorway and she peeks through.

Three robes are hanging lifelessly from the ceiling, from what looks to be meat hooks. But there are strange puddles underneath each robe. She hears a cry and notices a robe move. Another figure enters the room.

The girls jaw drops and her eyes are wide when she sees what is in the room. But still sits and watches quietly.

The figure that has entered the room is dressed in a black long flowing road, but his face cannot be seen. The man makes his way over to a bench and picks up a gardening axe. He then makes his way over to the three hanging from the ceiling.

Without a sound, he swings the axe and it slices through all three heads at eye height, and the bodies drop to the floor. The wpoman waiting in the dark hallway gasps quietly when she sees all three bodies laying on the floor are her own. But shuts her mouth when the dark figure lets out a satisfied chuckle.

She tries to stand and quietly make her way back, but trips over her own feet and lands on her stomach. The man in the robe stops and listens. He knows someone is there, and she knows that he heard her. She freezes in the exact spot, but can still see in the room. When the figure in the robe turns towards the doorway, she realises that it isnt a man at all, but herself, and gets up to run.

Before she has time to get away, the door opens and she is dragged backwards by her evil twin. The door closes behind them, and a slow, painful scream is heard. She was never saw again.