Chapter 2:- The Familiar Police officer.

Damilola found herself writhing on her bed, desperately clawing at her neck to break free from the grip of the mysterious man in her nightmare. With a piercing scream, she woke up abruptly, drenched in sweat as though she had just finished a marathon. Her breathing was ragged, and she struggled to steady it.

Taking a moment to compose herself, she immediately examined her right arm, which had been injured in her dream. To her amazement, there was no trace of any injury - no scars, no blood, nothing. Her arm appeared completely unscathed, as if the ordeal she had just experienced had never happened.

She was bewildered. "How is this possible? I felt the pain, it seemed so real. Or...could it have been just a dream?" She pondered aloud, raising her eyebrows in sudden realization.

Lost in thought, she stared up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had transpired. "It felt real, but it couldn't have been real," she concluded, finding some solace in the possibility that it was just a figment of her imagination.

Who would want to encounter a demonic figure in their dream, after all?

Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself down and reached for the bedside lamp. She checked her arm again under its light, reassuring herself that there was no injury. She then took her prescribed medication from the drawer beside her bed, washed it down with a gulp of water from another drawer, and decided to try and get some more sleep. She still had an hour before her alarm would go off.

But as she tossed and turned on her bed, she found herself unable to drift off again. The thought of experiencing that nightmare once more was enough to keep her wide awake. She couldn't fathom what the strange man in her dream wanted from her or why he was tormenting her. She asked herself endless questions, but the answers eluded her, just like they had eluded those around her.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realize when the alarm went off again. It was only when it pierced through her reverie that she snapped back to reality. She reached over to the top of the drawer to turn it off, only to realize that it had gone off an hour later than she had intended. Panic surged through her, and she hastily jumped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom as if being pursued by a ghost. She took a quick shower, dressed in a casual outfit that made her look more like a boy than a girl - a white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers - and hastily prepared breakfast.

When she was ready, she grabbed her bag and hurried to the parking lot where her car was parked. She started the engine, but it took three attempts before the car finally cooperated. It was as if the vehicle knew she was in a hurry and was deliberately being uncooperative.

Once the car was running, she sped out of her compound and onto the highway, driving at breakneck speed, pushing the car to 90mph. As she drove, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being followed. Glancing at her side view mirror, she spotted a police car tailing her, signaling for her to pull over.

"Ugh, not the police again," she muttered through clenched teeth as the police car overtook her and blocked her path, forcing her to stop.

As she watched the police officer approach her car, she frantically searched her mind for excuses to avoid any trouble. But when she saw the officer up close, her heart sank. It was someone she recognized, and not in a good way. This was definitely not a good situation. She stared at the officer as he knocked on her window, feeling utterly helpless.