Then, the lanterns hanging from its shoulders would begin to glow, and it
would hiss in a voice that pierced my very soul. “Cannot resissssst”,
it would
say. Resist . . . resist . . . my mind would become a flurry of fear and
instinct. I must resist!
Every time I’d have this nightmare, I’d reach for my sword and try to lunge
at the creature,
hoping to scare it away. And every time, a cold, lifeless cloud
of darkness would overwhelm me . . . and I would instantly awaken.
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