The whisper

As I was walking home through the old, abandoned, misty park I heard a faint hollow whisper… From my walk I started a jog and then a run. I ran and ran. I looked to the side and I saw ,like a flicker book, a man walking straight towards me. I spotted my house. I ran as fast as I could.             “Open the door and straight to my room,” I whispered to myself. I opened the door and a massive crate was there. I looked back and I saw the man and he was wearing a hooded cloak. I looked down and saw the floor start to crumble. The next thing I knew I was safe in my bed at home. Then I knew it was all a dream.


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