When i was younger, i had a dream. I was walking through the woods, and it was so pitch black that i couldn’t see my own hands. When suddenly, a small light flickered around in the distance. Swaying and moving about, it caught my attention. I then proceeded onward. I found a fire in a camp. My two best freinds were sitting on a log next to the flame and a small pond. I said “Hey guys, what’s up?” but to no answer. Noy even a glance at me. An old, even feeble man in a bright yellow raincoat walked by me saying “Don’t think about venturin’ in the pond boy!” I tried to ignore him. I walked over to the log to sit and talk with my “buddies” when i stumbled on another smaller one. I in-voluntarily dove head first into the seemingly endless black void that was the pond. The bottom was dank and coal-like, but the surface was visible enough because of the fire. I was about five feed under when i looked up. My freinds and the old man looked at me as if i were nothing of which with life inside. As i tried to swim up {to no avail} i felt a pull and tug and my ankles. i looked below to hands emerging out of the darkness to drag me down. And as i tried to scream with water-filled lungs, i looked up. And with fading vision, the blank emotions of my freinds were the last images i saw…
Credit To – Johnny M.

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