NIGHTMARES.

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. My lips pulled in a frown as I stared at the text. I look like her? Who could that be? What does that even mean? I shrugged my shoulders, before dropping my phone back on the bedside table, wrapped the blankets, and drifting off to sleep. --- All of a sudden, I was standing in a hallway I couldn’t recognize. The place was quiet, almost eerie, as the hairs on my neck stood, and goosebumps appeared on my forearms. My body shivered from the cold, as I stared around me. It was all a bunch of closed doors. I walked over to one slowly, my steps calm, and guarded, before I touched the doorknob to open it. Suddenly, it burned hot, and I withdrew my hand from it with a hiss. “Ah!” The doorknob wasn’t hot, it was hot, like someone on the other end had dipped it in fire before fixing it onto the door. Suddenly, the knob turned red, blood red, and turned on its own. It opened the door with a click, as the eerie sound of the door creaking in the silent hallway before it ope