Chapter 63 - Vivid Nightmare (2/2)

It was just... She was smelly!

”Stop right there!” I hastily shouted when she gave no hint to stop.

Her feet came to a halt, but the expression on her face did not change. I frowned a bit. This pale girl was surely testing my limit.

”I don't know what you want from me, but you better stop disturbing me. Or else...” I let my words hanging with a hint of threat to her.

A gust of wind suddenly arose and blew towards me. I raised my hands and shielded my face. The wind was hurling and howling, creating a rather eerie sound to hear. I got goose bumps all over my body and out of nowhere, I couldn't move my body. It was as if I was bound by invisible rope.

The sound of the wind howling was now mixed with incoherent screaming. I couldn't hear what it was said, but I knew for real it didn't come from my mouth.

Then, I could feel my eyes fluttered opened.

I am awake!

But, I still experienced the sleep paralysis.

And, worse than any sleep paralysis I've ever had, I was laying on my side, facing the wall, not like usual when I laid on my back. A shadow was looming over me but I couldn't make out the form of it. As my breath quickened in panic, I heard it screamed to my ear, shouting something I didn't understand.

The shout made me tremble and I could feel my body froze.

I gasped as my eyes snapped wide open. Instinctively, I took a deep breath when my body was free from the invisible bound. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I tried to move my fingers to ensure I was really free from the sleep paralysis.

But, the picture of the woman as well as the scream in my ear were still vivid in my memory. My heart was still thumping loudly in my chest and my body was covered in thin layer of cold sweat.

Damn! I was sure it was not any regular sleep paralysis. I was also sure it was not a mere nightmare.

It was the first time I could smell something in my dream -really smelt it, not just my mind stating the smell.

Not to mention the smell was really bad.

Despite the slight fear I was feeling, I couldn't help but analyze the possibility of the dream.

As I changed position into sitting, I remembered something important and asked my own self: ”Where is Tom?”