Then there's the Gentlemen

Can't even shout, can't even cry
The Gentlemen are coming by.
Looking in windows, knocking on doors,
They need to take seven and they might take yours.
Can't call to mom, can't say a word,
You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.


Glowing eyes. Glowing red eyes peering at you from the darkness of this void. The void of blank dreams and a peaceful sleep. Although you know you are dreaming since these eyes are disrupting your mind.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Your breathing stops cold. Pearly white teeth turn upward in an evil grin. Yellow eye's join the red. A glimpse of white/gray fur in the invisible light, a crimson stripe makes itself known. Purple pupils seep into your dream and blush red fur can be seen. There is no smile, and the eyes are cold and hard, warning you to stay away-keep away. Danger.


Amy Rose sat up in her bed with a start. Gasping for air as it suddenly felt like her lungs were being crushed. Tears stained her cheeks as she panted for her precious air that seemed like she just. Couldn't. Get. Enough. Amy gulped and clenched her eyes shut, running a shaking hand through her bangs. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

She's been having the same "dream" for the past week and everytime she woke up the same. Tears blurring her vision. Her heart pounding over a mile a minute. Gasping and panting for air. The works of a classic nightmare... Only problem is, it isn't a nightmare. It's more like... Well, she wasn't quiet sure what it was really.

It wasn't a dream, nor a vision, nor a nightmare.

Amy looked at her alarm clock and sighed, laying back down she pulled the covers over her head to shield her away from the dark room. It was only 3:22 in the morning, thankfully she didn't have school today.