

A Dream
What if your nightmares weren't just dreams, but terrifying prophecies? Martha's world shatters when her deepest fears manifest in brutal reality. First, her beloved boyfriend, Ben, meets a horrific end that mirrors her dream. Then, the horror intensifies as her own mother suffers the same gruesome fate, predicted in another chilling nightmare. Plagued by visions of death and a mysterious voice, Martha must unravel the truth behind these deadly dreams before everyone she loves becomes a victim. Is she cursed, or is there a sinister force at play, pulling the strings of her darkest imaginings?The dream came first, a macabre ballet of horror and the grotesque. Ben, so alive and handsome a moment before, was suddenly headless, his body a silent, crimson geyser, his head floating serenely in a pool that had transformed into a canvas of blood.
I screamed, a sound torn from the deepest part of my soul, and kept screaming until the sound itself tore me from sleep. I jolted upright in bed, heart hammering against my ribs, the phantom chill of blood still on my face. My little sister, Lily, stirred beside me, her small voice cutting through the lingering terror.
"What's wrong, Martha?" she mumbled, half-asleep.
"I had a nightmare," I whispered, clutching my chest.
"It's okay, it's just a dream," she said, a calming balm on my frayed nerves. I watched her settle back down, her innocent slumber a stark contrast to the vivid horror replaying in my mind. "It's just a dream," I murmured, a desperate mantra, as I lay back down, closing my eyes, praying it was true.
