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Third Eye

A girl Christina, who has the same dream every time and it’s horrible. And the eye, the third eye that always follows her. Christina doesn't know what is happening to her. She spends every day thinking that maybe today is my last day. She doesn't know what will happen to her, she doesn't know why her life is like that.She is only searching for answers, answers related to her birth, parents, dreams and the third eye.

Tah_Roz · Horror
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3 Chs

That dream keeps Christina awake

Christina puts the pen on the table and puts her hand on her forehead, thinking of something. Suddenly the door opened. Someone is coming inside. Christina can clearly heard the footsteps. It's low but clear. No, it's not the third eye. It's him! Christina started sweating. Christina's body began to tremble. Christina was scared. But it began to come closer, Christina doesn't look back to it. But it's coming closer and closer.

"Chris~ti~na~" Very scary, deep and rough sound, As if it would swallow her now.

"Chris~ti~na~ look at me. I'm here to take you with me."

Christina got scared and tried to run. But before that it grabbed her leg. Christina falls

to the ground . She started screaming. It was covered in black. In the middle of the darkness is like a strange darkness. It grabs Christina by the legs and pulls her to the ground, and Christina screams for help.

"I'll take you with me Christina, I'll." It exits through the gate of Christian's room but opens the gate and goes up a hill.

Christina is screaming for help. But no one is around, no one can hear her "Help me! Help me! Please leave me! What have I done to you? Please Let me go."

"You were born for this and yes I let you go Christina." He throws Christina down the hill and Christina screams, beg for her life.

"No!No!No~"

"Again that dream?" Abigail entered into the room. [Abigail lives with Christina. They share the same dorm. Also she is a second year student of phycology. They are good friends too.]

Christina found herself sitting in the chair.

"I came late today. I came to the dorm and wanted to wish you a happy birthday, but when I came, I saw that you were asleep on table. So I didn't call you. I went to freshen up and now this!" Abigail came and leaned against the table.

"I didn't even realize when I fell asleep." sigh. "Aren't you ashamed, Christina? You get scared of almost the same dream every time." Abigail was mocking her. "Ha Ha Ha not so funny, Abi!" "But I want it to be funny. It's your Birthday Christina. Come on, chill. Happy birthday my girl." Abigail hugged her.

"Thanks, Abi."

"Christina consult a psychologist again."

"Don't you think I've consulted about 100 psychologists so far? And you yourself took me to at least 10."

"And all of them told me the same thing. I'm stressed, I'm depressed because I'm thinking too much about my parents, I'm orphan that's why I feels alone. I should sleep properly. What else?"

"But no one understands why, as soon as I fall asleep, all my problems start."

Abigail tapped on Christina's shoulder. "I know I won't be able to understand your problem. Maybe, you won't sleep anymore. Let me make you a cup of coffee." "Thank you so much, Abi. Thank you for everything." She went to get coffee for Christina.

After Abigail left, Christina removed her legs from under the table to the light. And she saw that the black spots on her legs, as if the blood had clotted and turned black. It was as if someone has tied his legs tightly with ropes. She never told Abigail about it, maybe she would be scared to hear it.

She didn't sleep that night. As the night passed, the sun of the day began to peek. Christina's eyes are as tired as ever. It's summer temperature is almost 31°. Christina wore a pair of Jeans full pant so that her leg marks would not be visible and a white oversized T-shirt. She went to her class.

At the end of the class, she talks to her professor again and shows marks on her feet. They were talking. And suddenly Christina feels as if someone is coming towards her. It is the third eye. She began to feel cold. She looked back but there was no one. She began to tremble. In that summer, Christina's hands and feet became as cold as ice. The professor was worried and shouted for help.

And suddenly the professor saw that Christina's eyes and lips were starting to freeze. They took Christian to the college clinic. But before she fainted, she was trying to point the finger on something. She was trying to say something.

But no one understood, everyone heard only one thing,

"Help!"