Nightmare

Running.  My heart pounding, my legs burning, my breath coming shorter and shorter.  

Running.  Being chased.  A dark hallway, running through, making random turns.  The

flashes of silver, the knife’s edge.  The smile, dark and evil, excited at the coming

slaughter.  The fear.  Fear that no one is left, just me.  All having fallen beneath his

shadowed blade.  Running.  Until finally when I make that final turn, moonlight streams

through the door, the air full and crisp, screaming of freedom and salvation.  Until, the

moonlight cut off, replaced by a different light, the blades reflection.  And then it coming

closer, cutting through the air, and then, nothing.