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She awoke, screaming and gasping; she was covered with perspiration.
It was worsening, each time she slept.
A drenched man stood in her doorway, staring with milky eyes, ashen complexion, and a gaping, water-filled mouth.
Each night, he appeared closer and closer to where she lay.
Tonight, he was staring down at her from a mere foot away; she could feel the damp cold of his presence on her face.
She turned on the light, stood up, and was suddenly face-to-face with the dripping apparition.
The light went out as a scream still formed in her throat.

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    Frenchie about 6 years ago

    I love it! Now, I love cliffhangers, I think it is good for the reader's imagination but do we have a suspens sequel for this one?

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    Jason Mott about 6 years ago

    A sequel is ALWAYS possible, Francine! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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    D.M. about 6 years ago

    I like the idea of the progressive nightmare. Wonder if you actually needed that last line?

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    Jason Mott about 6 years ago

    You may be right with that last line. To be honest, I'm not overly fond of it. When I write my drabbles, they are almost always written with little to no planning, within 10 minutes or so. I tend to use them as a form of corkboard for the future.

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    D.M. about 6 years ago

    (I do the same, usually rushing the ending as the words dwindle. Corkboard is
    a good analogy.)

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