"Aaaaaah!"
A scream echoed around the woodland.
I've had the same dream for the past two weeks now and every time it seems a little more real.
"Help me! Help me please!"
I can't see the girl yet, I'm lost. I am always lost for the first five minutes, just wandering around in the fog, it must be around 4 am in the morning. The sun hasn't rose fully but the forest is white with fog. Cold and bitter also.
Like I said, I couldn't see the girl yet, but I know she can feel my presence and I can feel hers. She feels different? Like a cold pulling feeling inside of me. Doing strange things with my head. Making me hear things. Making me see things,
and when i collapse to the floor, that's when I see her. Rolling around in the crisp dewy leaves covering the forest floor with blood from her legs and arms and stomach. She's about 8 or 9, wearing denim dungarees and multi-coloured striped woollen tights, her hair is black and long and her skin is pale and white. I run over, bend down and ask her if she is okay, already knowing she is not.
she doesn't answer me but smiles at something behind me, I turn around quickly and a black flash speeds past the trees in the distance. she continues to laugh and then her eyes turn red, I step back and she explodes into a dark fog to then merge into the white fog. that's when I wake up.
