He stopped. He was cornered. Slowly, he turned to face his chaser. The man hadn’t even slowed. A new look of horrifying victory filled his eyes as he hungrily looked at his victim.
The man closed his eyes tightly. This was the end.
But just as the man wrapped his big, strong fingers around his neck, he woke up in a cold sweat… in bed. He stared around his room… and his eyes stopped when he saw a face staring in at him from his window. The face matched the man from his dream.
Prompt #423
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