The dream

Its a short story of about 657 words.

It's so cold and strange out here, Taylor wondered when and how she arrived at such a scary place, a moment ago she was in her room . The twigs by the side of the footpath looked so lifelike, she wondered what she would do if it came to life, she felt almost embarrassed at the thoughts that filled her mind, in a distant, she could hear the soft wailing of a girl, she walked in the direction of the sound, trying to satisfy her curiosity and hopefully find a way out of the creepy place. The forest had a thick fog which made it quite hard to make out what was in front of her.

There was something terribly wrong with this place but she couldn't quite place a finger on it. She walked on and thought  "if only I can get to the lady sobbing, maybe she could show me the way out" she increased her pace and headed towards the direction of the only sound in a dense forest. She grew weary after walking for a while, she didn't seem to be getting any closer to the weeping lady.

After a while , she noticed the distant sound of people gathered,  and without thinking  she hurried towards them, this time, she saw people alright but it wouldn't be safe to call them people, they were people like but not people. Taylor stopped dead in her tracks, as she saw a  two feet elder with long grey beard addressing a large number of other really small people. She wasn't quite sure what was happening but was definitely sure that she didn't want to be seen either. "I need to wake up, this is a dream, people are never this small, I just need to wake up and everything would be ok" Taylor tried to step back so as not to be seen but instead ended up stepping on a lump of dried wood, "who is there"? said the old small man addressing the people, Taylor tried to sneak but it was too late, she had already been made, she tried to scream but she couldn't make a sound, the small old man approached her , she could swear she had seen his face before, she thought she was crazy, suddenly the lights went out and it was all dark

Moments later Taylor saw herself in the familiar safety of her bedroom, she stretched out and ran out the door as if to confirm if she was back to her room or not and if she was, she wondered how she got back home from that hideous place with really small people. After moments of roaming around the house, she was satisfied that all was well, at least for now and so decided to sum her ordeal as a long and very real nightmare.

She could not help thinking about last night, she could still feel the chills all over, and that man, she knew his face somewhere, "Taylor!" shouted miss Dorothy , "yes ma'am" miss Dorothy walked towards her "where is your essay?"  "erm, it's a rather complicated story," "uncomplicate it for me" "well I'm not feeling too well" Taylor replied, miss Dorothy sighed " ok then , go to the infirmary"

Taylor strolled down the hall heading towards the infirmary, she wondered why she even came to school today, she should have called in sick, all this attention from her teacher was making her feel queasy, she hated been noticed.  she stopped for a while to fix her shoe lace and noticed the pictures on the wall, it was the founders of the school among others, to the far right was the picture of an old man, she starred as if her life depended on it "oh God, it can't be" Taylor exclaimed, it was the picture of an old man with grey white hair, it was the small man from her dream.

Author's Note

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