by Sheldon Woodbury
He’s been haunting me all my life, this eerie apparition lurking in my dreams. I named him Mister Midnight, the carver of flesh, the torturer of souls. I was deep in a writhing sleep when a taunting whisper stirred me awake, so I knew he was close. But that meant this was still just a dream, so we played the spooky game we always played. When the blood splattered out from my slashing knife, it always put a gloomy smile on Mister Midnight’s face, but we both knew it didn’t matter because it was only a dream.
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