It was 3:01 in the as the silhouette held me down in my bed, rendering all my attempts to escape futile.
I struggled and struggled, staring at its face in horror, as it effortlessly reached out and began strangling me.
I gasped for air fruitlessly as I began hitting its arm weakly, in a vain attempt to stop the choking.
The face was black at first, but then, it slowly formed the shape of a young man I knew all too well.
Why, he was my brother, the very person I killed a few months ago by accidentally poisoning his food!
His face sneered at me. "You enjoyed seeing my looks of agony, right?"
Tears were flowing out of my eyes. "No, Paul, no!" I choked.
Paul - the ghost - ignored me. "You enjoyed seeing me die, right? You enjoyed that look of betrayal I had sported on my face, right? Well, this face will now haunt you for life!"
Paul then lifted a large knife and brought the tip striking home.
I sat up in my bed, clutching my blanket, panting heavily. Once I got the better of myself, I cursed and threw the blanket away.
"Calm down," I told myself. "It was a dream."
Right then, my clock read 3:00 when the door to my room slowly opened, revealing a silhouette with a pitch black face.
Right then, my clock read 3:00 when the door to my room slowly opened, revealing a silhouette with a pitch black face. Armed with a knife.