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Theres this reoccurring dream I've been having for the last few weeks.

It's rather simple, but it has become quite vivid as of late.

I'm sitting at the end of a hallway, my back is against the wall. 

There is only one doorway, and in it stands a figure.

It simply stands there, cloaked in darknes, staring at me with it's faceless gaze.

It mocks me.

It beckons me.

Heeding it's challenge, I begin to stand.

My legs are weak, feeling heavy as stone and shaking.

I begin to stumble down the hall.

And with my advance, the figure slips into the darkness.

After a while, I make it to the threshold of the doorway.

Beyond it is another hallway. The exact hallway behind me.

And at the end is another doorway, the same figure standing within it.

I'm walking normally now, in pursuit of the being of shadows.

Hallway after hallway, the cycle repeats.

I'm running now. And so is the figure.

Eventually I'm sprinting. And so is the figure.

I sprint till I inhale fire and sweat blood.

But now some is...off.

The figure before me is looking back, almost as though something has changed.

I look behind me.

A figure, the same figure as the one before me, is chasing me.

At this point, I wake up in a cold sweat, screaming.