The corridor was long, thin and dark. A solitary tube
light at the end flickered nervously as if it had no desire to reveal what was
hiding in the darkness. James walked forward and passed a door on his right. He
tried the handle but it was locked. Suddenly a loud, prolonged shriek sounded
from ahead. He walked more quickly trying each door as he passed but all were
locked. The shriek was answered by another shrill wail closer this time. James
had been walking for a few minutes now but seemed no nearer the end of the
corridor. Just then he heard a deafening cry, “Jaaaames, Nooooooo!!” It was a
warning but the voice was one that was all too familiar. “Anna, I’m coming”
James shouted back as he started to run as fast as he could. Suddenly he found
himself at the end of the corridor and the words dripping in blood red on the
wall ached into his eyes. “And children shall rise up against their parents,
And shall cause them to be put to death”. He backed away, staggered and fell.
James awoke with a start ready to attack an unseen enemy.
He was sweating and breathing heavily. James never used to dream but now he was
haunted by this recurring nightmare. He glanced to his left where Anna used to
sleep but the space was empty, as it had been for the past few months. From the
corner of the room a baby cried.
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