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WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH AND DETAILED GORGE.

Carly ran for her life. As fast as her feet can carry her, she ran not wanting to face the danger behind her. Carly stole quick glances over her shoulder making sure if the danger was still following her. Carly dashed as the danger grew near, through an endless, narrow, dark hallway.

The hallway was small and wasn't very well lite. Blurry lights hung from the high concrete ceiling, the lights swung like rambunctious monkeys on trees. The lights were very few a part with more than twelve inches separating them, creating pitch black spaces between them. Anything in these spaces would seem disappeared over a veil of darkness until they reached one of the scare sources of light. The walls were made of hard, cool, stone and didn't branch off anywhere.

Carly heart stopped when she saw the end of the hall. There was nowhere run or hide. She heard light foot steps coming closer and closer belonging to the impending danger. Carly feet froze in place as she turned around and stared down hall. Slowly she backed up then her feet fumbled over each other causing her to trip, landing on her butt. When she heard the steps go closer, she franticly scooted her body until she hit the back wall. She inched her way up the wall before making her body flat with the wall. The owner of the steps feet dully move closer before the owner came in to sight under the dim lights.

Carly was finally looking in the face of the danger, she had been running from for so long. The danger was killer, and Carly was the prey. The killer donned a egg white mask and black baggy clothes, which hood it's features. The killer showed no emotion. The killer held a weapon in it's hand; a sharp and jagged dagger. Carly braced herself as her breathing became light, slow, and uneven. As the killer unmercifully and sluggishly pulled the knife to her neck, Carly felt her chest tighten and became rigid with fear. The killer glided the blade across her throat purposely not trying to slay her just yet. The killer wanted to tortured her by gradually rubbing the blade over her neck; slowly cutting her neck like a saw. Carly lungs turned stalemate and she closed her eyes hoping that it will all be over soon. She cautiously opened them only to see the face of death before her, when the killer...

"Ahhhhh"

Carly woke up in a cold sweat. Carly body was limp and violently shaking like an earthquake. She felt her neck to see if there was a scar, not a starch was found. She rubbed her foggy eyes and saw that she was no longer in the hallway. Her brain was in tangles and she scanned her surrounding only to find herself in her bedroom. Eying the alarm clock next to her bed to see that the time was 12:30 PM. Carly gently massaged her temples as if trying to remove the memories of the nightmare from her brain. She searched her for any sign that the killer was still there; she took a sigh of relief when she found nothing.

"Get a hold of yourself, it was just a dream." Carly comforted herself, even though; the dream had seemed so real. What if the dream was trying to tell her that something bad will occur? Maybe it was an omen? Carly quickly dismissed her thoughts, maybe some fresh air would help clear her mind.

The web show host tiredly got out of her bed and made her way to her clerestory window. Looking out of the window, she saw the noon sky, a light blueish/grayish color, with several dark clouds scattered across the sky. When she opened one of the window panes, she heard a high-pitched sound that made her jump.

It was a cry that came from a lonely raven perched outside on the windowsill. The bird's tailings and beak was long and sharp. It's beady red eyes were staring at her and were piercing into her soul. Carly felt a ping of foreboding before the raven flew off into the city.

Was it another sign? Last time she checked ravens weren't supposed to be a good sign. Maybe she was over thinking things and it was all in her imagination. Her theories tend to get the better of her anyway, like that time with when she was obsessed with finding Bigfoot. Maybe she was just going crazy and nothing bad would happen. Even though, she ignored the her thoughts, she can't escape the fear that the possibility that her intuition was right.