He Killed Her
He Killed Her dream stories
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..This dream.. My vision was like I was there. I saw it all. This was the worst lucid dream I've ever had.

He Killed Her

I paced in front of the fridge in the kitchen, deciding what I might want. Our parents were gone on a date, and me and my sister were left home alone.

Of course, she put on a scary movie, grabbed some popcorn, and began playing on her phone. She grabbed a drink and began walking back into the living room, still on her phone.

She opened her mouth and muffled gibberish spilled out. I opened my mouth to respond, but muffled gibberish spilled out of my mouth as well.

I turned my head to look around the room before realizing the sound was coming from my own mouth. She went back into the living room and I shut the fridge door.

From the just over the fridge door, I saw Devin, my sister's boyfriend, creep up behind her with an axe in her grip. I had no control of my body from then on.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.

I turned my head for a second, and when I turned back, she laid on the floor, Devin standing above her body, the axe gripped tight, and blood spilt everywhere. I was back in control immediately.

I backed away slightly, and bumped into the fridge, making Devin notice I was watching. I began turning to run, but he punched me, which knocked me out.

I opened my eyes to me being tied up in a car. Tape was over my mouth and zip ties on my hands and legs. Devin was in the driver's seat and I the passenger's.

I looked over to him to see him crying and sobbing. For the first time, I saw something interesting in his eyes. Fear. Pain. Regret. He didn't mean to. He didn't want to.

But what had happened? The car stopped and he stepped out. He opened my door and found me awake. To my surprise, he just cried more. He fell on his knees and began balling.

I looked around to find a desert surrounding us. Was he just going to leave me here? Because I had seen it happen? I was a witness. I watched him and muffled "I'm sorry.

" He lifted his head slightly and sniffled. I heard his, usually comforting, voice. It was full of cracks, sniffles, sorrow, and shaking.

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