The Evil My Neighbor Did With My Clothes
Episode 7
Written By Jerry Smith.
I woke up drenched in sweat, gasping for air as I lay on the bed. My body felt heavy, my mind clouded with confusion. I tried to recall how I ended up there, but my memory was a blur.
All I could remember was a deep, unsettling fear lingering in the pit of my stomach.
Sitting up, I glanced around the room. Everything seemed normal, but my thoughts were anything but. I ran my hands through my hair, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Why is this happening to me?” I muttered to myself.
I leaned forward, resting my head in my hands. The weight of everything—my cursed skin, the woman, the warnings—was too much to bear. I felt trapped, like there was no way out.
The thought crept into my mind like a shadow: Maybe it’s better to end this…
I stood up, pacing the room as the idea took hold. What was the point of fighting? My life was already ruined.
“Is this my fate?” I whispered to the empty room.
Suddenly, a cold gust of wind blew through the window, even though it was firmly shut. The chill wrapped around me, making my skin prickle.
Before I could react, a strange drowsiness washed over me. My eyelids grew heavy, and my body swayed. I tried to fight it, but it was no use.
I collapsed onto the bed, slipping into unconsciousness.
In the dream, I found myself standing in an open field. The sky was overcast, and the air felt thick with tension.
A man stood in the distance, his figure illuminated by a faint light. He appeared to be a pastor, holding a bible dressed in white, his face calm but serious. He raised his hand, gesturing for me to come closer.
“Who are you?” I called out, my voice echoing in the vast emptiness.
The man didn’t answer. He simply motioned for me to come to him, his movements slow and deliberate.
Something about him felt familiar, comforting even. Without thinking, I started walking towards him.
But as I moved, the ground beneath me felt heavier with every step. My feet dragged, and the air grew colder.
I glanced behind me and froze.
She was there. The woman.
Her eyes burned with fury, and her twisted smile sent shivers down my spine. She moved quickly, her arms reaching out towards me.
“David!” she screamed, her voice filled with rage. “You can’t escape me!”
Panic surged through me, and I turned back to the man. He was still gesturing for me to come, his face calm and steady.
I started running. My legs felt like lead, but I pushed myself forward, the sound of her footsteps growing louder behind me.
“David!” she screamed again.
I could feel her breath on the back of my neck as she closed the distance between us. I ran faster, my heart pounding in my chest.
The man stretched out his hand, urging me to grab it. I reached out, my fingers just inches away from his, when suddenly she grabbed me, Everything went dark.
I woke up with a start, gasping for air. My body was drenched in sweat, my chest heaving as I struggled to breathe.
This time, it was worse. My throat felt tight, as if invisible hands were wrapped around it, squeezing the life out of me.
I clawed at my neck, desperate to free myself, but there was nothing there. My vision blurred, and a sharp pain shot through my head. I… I was dying…
To Be Continued In My Page