I had a strange dream in my life. It happened two years ago. "Ring! Ring!" I was abruptly jerked awake. I was in a room, alone! Where on earth is my family? I tried to turn on the lights, but they didn't light up. I was startin' to get a bit nervous.
I opened the door slightly and peeked out from behind the door. There was not a single soul in the corridor. I'm becomin' more scared by the minute. I longed aimlessly on the bed and flicked through the in-house television channels. Rumblin' noises from the livin' room caught my attention. I put my ear to the door and listened carefully to the weird reverberatin' noises.
My curiosity got the better of myself. So, I opened the door wavily. Ohh goshh! It was a zombie! The monstrous creature gave me a devilish look and reached to me. I let out a terrified scream and tried to slam the door shut. The hideous bein' kicked the door open and chased me around the room.
I darted out of the door and ran for my life, not knowin' where to hide. I dashed down the stairway and finally reached the basement. To my horror there were more zombies, hundreds of them! One of my schoolmate, Qayyum turned into a zombie too! I shouted loudly! I turned tail and headed back to my room. Fortunately, it had. I heard a big sigh of relief, locked the door and hid under the bed.
Out of the blue, a hairyhand grabbed me and began to shake me violently. I was scared stiff and wetted my pants. I closed my eyes tighty, willing the zombies to go away.
Not long after that, a voice penetrated through my muzzy brain. "Wake up! Wake up!" I hesitantly opened my eye. I was glad it was my parents and it was just a dream.
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