Slowly the sights in front of him became even more vivd, as the red liquid on the wall slowly dripped onto the floor. Caesar lifted his foot, but slowly placed it down, realizing there was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape from this nightmare. His feet, slowly squelching against the blood, littering the floor and the walls when he firmly placed it on the ground.
Looking up and down the corridor, he realized that there was no exit. The door at the eastern side of the corridor had sun shining through a blood-stained door, providing this room with an eerie red light, had no doors just a solid window. The otherside of the corridor, again, just consisted of a window. Caesar knew this corridor well, he had spent every night in it when he was thirteen, and the night when these horrid nightmares stopped was a relief, especially because of the bizarre injuries that he occurred, as though the dreams were real.
Alowly, Caesar walked to the western side of the corridor, to avoid the blood staining his blue jeans, that trapsed along the floor behind him. As he slowly made his way, pushing himself against the wall, he heard a scream. A strange woman, just appeared in front of the woman at the end of the corridor. Though she was perfectly beautiful on one side of her face, the other side was broken, deformed. The cracked skull revealed her brain, and a fine thread held her eyeball to her body, dangling just beneath her neck. A fragment of a mouth remained underneath the shattered bones. As she walked towards the wall where the man was trapped a constant dripping of blood made the liquid on the floor ripple.
The woman finally drew near, and now tat she was just feet away from Caesar, he could see her more clearly. The one side of her face was beautiful, perfect, almost angelic, whereas the other side of her face was the complete opposite. Black marks flew through her brain, gathering in the centre under a massive glow, growing as she took small shuffles towards her vulnerable victim, trapped against the wall. Her skin, rather curiously, Caesar thought, was flawless on her beautiful side, however, blood soaked on the more, well, evil side. Her mouth let out a sinister smile, as her skinless arms raised up above the victim, lying down upon the ground, arms raised to defend him.
Slowly, Caesar felt a sudden blow, and a streak of pain across his neck. Anxiously, he opened his eyes, expecting to see the demented woman, shrieking in front of him, as she had done all but nine years ago, however, his crying eyes awoke to a more gentle scene, the sight of the countryside out of his opening windows, and his bedroom. He let out a weary sight, it must a bad memory, he told himself. Tiredly, he stumbled across to the mirror, trying to find a razor. He suddenly realized the terror he was in. Stroking his hands along his neck, to make sure it was real, he saw an open wound, spewing blood, exactly where the woman had hit him.
The dreams began again.
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