Murderous Dream
by Katia H. K.
A shrill, high pitched scream tore through the quiet night air.
“What is it? What’s going on?!?” asked the man beside the screaming woman, as a few neighbors turned their lights on.
As the quiet returned and he saw that she was okay, the man relaxed a little.
“Why did you scream?” he asked her.
A dog barked in the distance. Her forehead was gleaming with sweat, her cheeks with tears.
“A dream,” she said softly, “I had a dream.”
“What happened in it?” his voice a bit concerned. Her hand was resting over her heart.
“A hooded figure… stood over me with a dagger. “She looked at her hand, “and stabbed me in the heart.”
Slowly she removed her hand, to reveal a deep gash such that a dagger would leave, the liquid leaking out unmistakable in the moonlight.
by Katia H. K.
A shrill, high pitched scream tore through the quiet night air.
“What is it? What’s going on?!?” asked the man beside the screaming woman, as a few neighbors turned their lights on.
As the quiet returned and he saw that she was okay, the man relaxed a little.
“Why did you scream?” he asked her.
A dog barked in the distance. Her forehead was gleaming with sweat, her cheeks with tears.
“A dream,” she said softly, “I had a dream.”
“What happened in it?” his voice a bit concerned. Her hand was resting over her heart.
“A hooded figure… stood over me with a dagger. “She looked at her hand, “and stabbed me in the heart.”
Slowly she removed her hand, to reveal a deep gash such that a dagger would leave, the liquid leaking out unmistakable in the moonlight.