Dream of the Devil
I think it was Liz who was with me. What happened
before blurred, shredded and washed away, what was left was us, running out of
the building, towards the taxi rank where an old Plymouth sat with the engine
running. We were running out of breath and thinking -and saying- we should make
again the mistake that had cost us our lives in the dream. We needed to get out
of there. We jumped in the car where Andy was waiting for
us...
As we jumped in and the car
started off, we saw the man sitting with Andy in the back seat and I screamed,
"That is Him, jump out the car now! We have been ensnared". The man took his
hat off to show his jet black, brylcreemed back hair . "You are mistaken". As I
grabbed the handle the car sped off and with a click the door locks kicked in
shut, "But it makes no
difference..."
"It is not him", the
driver said. "It is me...." he smiled, showing his filed rotted teeth as he
smiled and we started to scream and pound the locked
doors.....
Posted: Mon - April 26, 2004 at 10:33 AM