‘This is one weird dream…’ I thought as I looked at the bathroom mirror above the sink. I don’t know how long I was staring at it, but it felt like an eternity. Everything seemed normal, yet something kept bothering me. Everything else seem as it should be, but my eyes were hollow, and pitch black. From the corners of my eyes, I could see my skin turn a faint, dull gray. It was so faint; barely noticeable to the eye alone. It almost seemed translucent; I saw small blue veins protrude my skin. They were a ghost-like blue, so pale against the dim bathroom light. Yet I felt no pain. I did not feel the pain from my eyes as blood began to pour out from their hollow holes. I did not feel the room grow colder, nor as the heat escaped my body. I just knew it was happening. ‘This was one weird dream…’
All I seem to care about were my eyes...and why the faint, pale blue veins had stretched to the far corners of my face. ‘Where were my eyes?’ I thought to myself. All I wanted to do was touch the empty holes, but couldn’t muster up the strength to move my hands. Why was I so weak?
The medicine cabinet opened, revealing darkness. Without question, as if unconsciously answering a call, my body moved towards the cabinet and held it open. As if the lights turned on, the darkness subsided, revealing my bathroom and a mannequin. It was a few feet back; its arms and legs pinned straight. It was wearing the same baby pink nightgown that I had on. I heard the door opened, and then the lights flickered off. After a few seconds, the lights turned back on, revealing another mannequin to the far left. It was dressed in Chris’s work clothes: a simple pair of Khaki pants and blue Polo sweater. It even had on his classic black Loafers. But the uncanny similarity wasn’t what concerned me. Logged deep into its hand was a large butcher’s knife. The blade looked as though it was recently sharpened, and it looked longer for some reason. ‘What a weird dream…’ I thought.
The lights flickered off again, then on. Chris’ mannequin had moved a few inches closer. This continued; lights flickering on and off until Chris’ mannequin was behind the other one. Minutes seem to pass painfully slow without a single movement. After what felt like an eternity, the lights turned off and on. Chris’s mannequin had plunged the knife into the other mannequin’s right eye without warning. I felt the blade make its way to the back of my head, carving everything in its path. Even though I knew there was no knife on me, I felt the blood gush down my face. I felt my deformed eyeball as it ripped off from my skull; I suddenly became aware the knife had left my face. The lights had flickered off and on again, and Chris’ mannequin had plunged the knife onto the left eye. I could feel the steel scrape away at the inside of my head. The knife plunged further in, breaking my skull. I could hear the mannequin crying out; it sounded like distorted white noise.
The scene began playing in high speed; lights flickering on and off repeatedly. The mannequin looked like it was trying to fight back, but the other overpowered it. There was blood everywhere; I smelled the hot, copper scent as it overpowered the room. I felt the sharp, steel blade as the mannequin was stabbed more than a dozen times. I could hear heavy breathing behind me, followed by a deep chuckle. It vibrated off the walls around me. Despite everything, I was glued to the scene in front of me. I didn’t move, or scream as I felt my blood pooling beneath me. I didn’t do anything…
“What a weird dream…” I said.
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