He followed behind her and hid behind the trees in the forest at intervals, watching at distance where she was heading to. She wore a black hood gown that flowed down to the ground and followed behind her as she walked. She is the tall model type.
Suddenly, he saw her walk into a hall; it was dimly lit, he couldn't tell what transpired in there. He walked towards the hall, pushed down the door handle gently and opened the door as if in slow motion. The door creaked. He walked in stealthily. The dimly lit room went dark, deep darkness drowned him, she wasn't visible anymore.
The conga played softly and slowly
he began to hear strange voices from the four corners of the hall; very scary voices. His heart-beat accelerated. He turned round at every direction the voices came from
Now the voices were close, yes very close, he couldn' t see them but he knew they were there. He moved towards the open door and ran into the dark street. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
The conga crescendoed.
The creatures followed behind him. They chased violently. He became weary falling and rising as he ran. The creatures caught up with him. He could feel their gropping claws scarring him. Just as they raised their claws to tear him apart.
The conga stoped.
He sat up straight on his bed breathing profusely just to find out he had been dreaming
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