That night, I dreamt of him. I dreamt I was standing in the school corridor. Alone. I was walking and walking but the hall just kept going like it was neverending.
I started running for what seemed like hours. But something stopped me dead in my tracks. There he was. Walking towards me.
"Who are you?" I asked.
Only silence.
"What do you want from me?"
Silence.
As he got closer, I saw the look on his face. A grin. My heart sank as much as it could in the dream world. I turned to run but it's like i was running in place. And he kept walking. Getting closer and closer. Then I saw his eyes. Solid black. I kept running. Then I felt a cold hand wrap around my neck and a cold voice whisper "He's almost ready." The hairs on my arms stood up.
His grip got tighter around my neck and I began struggling for air. I couldn't breathe, my vision was fading. Everything went black.
Then I was laying in bed. I couldn't move. My entire body was stuck. I heard whispers, multiple. Maybe 8 or 9. And I still couldn't move. My neck was on fire and I tried to open my mouth to scream but nothing came out.
I was stuck. Hopeless. Begging for help but no one could hear.

Then I woke up.