She was sitting in class. All around her were loads of people. It was hot. And suffocating. So many people, the air in the room was stuffy. She couldn't breathe. Suddenly the teacher asked her a question. Sh*t! She had not studied. She looked here and there for the answer, staring into vacant space but could find nothing. She tried to breathe but the hot air stuck to her lungs, burned them suffocating her further. She tried to get up for some fresh air but she felt her legs give way. Balancing her hands upon the table she tried to get up again. She looked down. The front of her white shirt was red. Bloody red. Red was the color of her bosoms. Blood was trickling down the shirt. She trembled. What had happened? She didn't know. She looked around. The whole classroom was filled with hoards of familiar yet unknown faces. They stared up at her. None said anything. She trembled. Her legs gave way. Her hands shivered. As she fell down, she saw the host of unknown faces close in around her and completely overtake the little stretch of white air visible above her head. Soon darkness surrounded her and she surrendered.
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You need to stop watching B-Grade horror flicks babes!
Hehehe This was another nightmare I had. And I don't remember watching any horror flicks before that. :|
I never knew(felt)...questions from teachers were lethal to this extent...good god...This post is a come back for all those poor self-esteemed teacher's who asks more question than they teach!!!!!
:P..thanks for the "appreciation" mate!
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