I walk with silent steps, straight. My feet brush through the shrubs and flowers on the ground which give an eerie feeling to my being. I look ahead, and its there.
I see her.
She stands beside a oak tree, leaning on it. She holds a candle in her hand, which never dies even if the wind does its best. She looks up to me, and I stop.
I freeze. Sweat drips down my forehead as I try to keep my trembling body in place.
” Come” she says. And I begin to take slow and small steps towards the oak tree. She gets impatient.
With a flash of lightening, she now is in front of me. She is close to me. She brings the candle up, to look me in the eye.
I see me.
“You can’t. You won’t. You cannot.” she says.
I look down at the ground and tears fall.
She laughs hysterically and disappears.
I wake up, sweating, terrified. Why does this dream feel so real to me? Why am I so scared of failure. I can do everything, can’t I?
I get out of my bed and walk towards my window. I want to look at my flower garden, the one that mom planted for me.
I go near the window, my face almost sticking to it. I see something odd.
She’s there, yet again. At the Oak tree, waiting for me to come back.
Please let me know what you’ll thought of my shot at this kind-of-horror-mystery-thriller-ish fictional story.
I made that up,yes.
I might be writing more of these in the future, because it was fun.
Thanks for reading