Sammy

When I was a girl living in Texas, I had a recurring dream.

In this dream, I was walking down the street of my hometown, and a man would walk toward me. Sometimes he was older and sometimes he was younger. He didn’t always have the same face, but I always knew it was the same man.

He would get closer and closer, and I would know that something bad was going to happen, but I would wake up each time before he reached me. I would be terrified.

One night, in my dream, we finally got face to face and I spoke to him.

I said, “What is your name?”

He said, “My name is Sammy.”

And then I woke up, and I was so afraid that I couldn’t go back to sleep.

I went to my sister’s room and said, “Can I get in bed with you? I’ve just had a really bad dream.”

My sister said, “Was it Sammy?”

I said, “What did you say? How do you know Sammy?”

And my sister said, “I don’t. But you just brought him in the room with you.”

I turned on the lights and I saw that my sister was asleep.

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Credits to: Reddit user solocup