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JOURNAL 3 (NIGHTMARE)
“Do not forget to wash your legs before going to bed!” my mother used to tell me almost every night if I were at home. “You might get a nightmare.” I never believed her until it happened to me.
It was on a night at my hostel Kolej Akasia, when all of my housemates were going back home as it was a three-day weekend. Since my house was in Pahang and it took about 4 hours to get there, I decided to stay here alone. Moreover, there were tons of assignments need to be done.
I was preparing the slides for my book review presentation when all of sudden there was a blackout and it was totally dark. Only God knew how I felt on that particular moment. Thank God, it was only for only about 15 minutes. I continued finishing my slides then. I kept on doing my assignment without bothering to look at the clock.
Finally, I feel very contented as the slides had done beautifully and creatively by me. I wanted to do other assignments but when I glanced at the clock, it was already three in the morning! I realized that I was really exhausted and my eyes needed some rest after hours staring at the laptop screen. I turned off the laptop and went straight into my darkened room without brushing teeth and washing legs. With the help of the dim light from the street lamp nearby my room, I saw a figure sleeping on my bed. As I got nearer, the figure suddenly threw away the blanket, got up and stared at me. It was an old woman with shiny gold teeth. She raised her claw-like fingers and walked towards me.
I ran to the outside where there was a badminton court. My surroundings were slowly starting to melt: the trees, the hostel blocks around me, the sky and the pathway to a garage. It seemed that I was about to dissipate as well, becoming a puddle of glue-like substance left on the ground. I noticed the creepy old woman was already behind me. I wanted to run but was unable to. I tried to scream but found that I could not. In horror I struggled and struggled to get

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