What is this feeling,
I don't remember,
Why can't I move,
My heart is racing,
I'm breathing hard,
This man in front of me,
He is holding a knife in his right hand,
Blood is covering and dripping from the knife,
I look up at his face,
He has a huge smile on,
His teeth are so white I was almost blind,
I look at his eyes,
They are the color of a lust blood red,
Out of everything,
I look at his clothes,
He is wearing a tux,
Not one drop of blood got on it.

I take a step back,
He takes two steps forward,
I take another step back,
I trip and fall on my ass,
I look up,
There he is,
Standing over me,
Now I remember what this feeling is,
It's fear,
I wake up,
Sweaty and with my heart racing,
I finally realize it was all just a dream.

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A woman that is experiencing something rare.