Am I Dreaming?

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I was always afraid of the dark. As a child, I would huddle under my blankets, afraid of the unknown. As an adult, I thought I had outgrown that fear. But tonight, in this old house, I feel like that scared little child again.

The floorboards creak under my feet as I make my way down the hall. I can feel the cold draft seeping in from the gaps in the windows. I should have brought a sweater. I'm not sure what compelled me to come to this place, this abandoned mansion in the middle of nowhere. But here I am.

I hear a sound, like footsteps. My heart races as I turn around, but there's no one there. Just the empty hallway behind me, and the darkness that seems to be closing in. I tell myself that it's just my imagination, but the fear won't go away.

I start to make my way back to the front door, but I'm not sure if I'm going the right way. The house seems to have changed somehow, the walls closing in on me. And then I see it, a figure in the distance, standing in front of the door.

I try to call out, but my voice is just a whisper. The figure turns and starts to move towards me, slowly. I can see now that it's not human, not quite. Its eyes are dark and hollow, and its skin is a sickly grey. It moves closer and closer, and I can feel its breath on my face.

I want to run, but I'm frozen in place. The figure reaches out a cold, bony hand and touches my forehead. I feel a surge of fear like nothing I've ever felt before, and then everything goes black.

When I wake up, I'm outside, lying in the grass. The sun is just coming up over the horizon, and the birds are starting to sing. I look back at the house, but it's gone. Just an empty field where it used to stand.

I tell myself it was just a bad dream, but I can't shake the feeling that it was something more. The creaking floorboards, the cold draft, the figure in the hallway. It all feels too real to be just a dream. And I can't help but wonder, what happened to me in that house? What was that thing that touched my forehead? And will it come back for me again?

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