#3: The Dark Alleyway
The following events discussed in this blog are completely true. None of this is a matter of fiction.
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I used to think recurring nightmares were a joke.
I was wrong.
July 14th, 2016 - 3:26 AM
My eyes flutter open. I'm standing in an alleyway, dimly-lit by a singular streetlight. My body doesn't feel quite mine - as if I'm in a video game, being controlled. My head shoots from side to side, and I catch small glimpses pure darkness. Then I look down.
A baby is being cradled. In my arms.
"R-R-R-R-RUNNNN!!!" I hear a deep voice call out from behind me. Looking back, a herd of 50 men comes charging towards me. Panic sets in, as I hear gunshots. I try to run, but I can't. The baby's wails create a dissonant chord with the absolute chaos ensuing behind me. I know I want to run, but my controller isn't letting me. Then I hear one final gunshot...
And wake up.
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July 14th, 2017 - 3:26 AM
My eyes flutter open. I'm standing in an alleyway, dimly-lit by a singular streetlight. My body doesn't feel quite mine - as if I'm in a video game, being controlled. My head shoots from side to side, and I catch small glimpses pure darkness. Then I look down.
A baby is being cradled. In my arms.
"R-R-R-R-RUNNNN!!!" I hear a deep voice call out from behind me. Looking back, a herd of 50 men comes charging towards me. Panic sets in, as I hear gunshots. I try to run, but I can't. The baby's wails create a dissonant chord with the absolute chaos ensuing behind me. I know I want to run, but my controller isn't letting me. Then I hear one final gunshot...
And wake up. Why was that so familiar?
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July 14th, 2018 - 3:26 AM
My eyes flutter open. I'm standing in an alleyway, dimly-lit by a singular streetlight. My body doesn't feel quite mine - as if I'm in a video game, being controlled. My head shoots from side to side, and I catch small glimpses pure darkness. Then I look down.
A baby is being cradled. In my arms.
"R-R-R-R-RUNNNN!!!" I hear a deep voice call out from behind me. Looking back, a herd of 50 men comes charging towards me. Panic sets in, as I hear gunshots. I try to run, but I can't. The baby's wails create a dissonant chord with the absolute chaos ensuing behind me. I know I want to run, but my controller isn't letting me. Then I hear one final gunshot...
And wake up. There is no way this happened again?
This story continues for the next 4 years, and counting. Every night on July 13th, I prepare myself for what could be one of the worst nightmares I've ever experienced. To this day, I cannot truly replicate the terror I experience in that alleyway. How long will I need to listen to that baby's wails? When will this torture end?
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