She had silvery grey hair. Her long curved dirty talons were pointed towards him. Her eyes glinted blue below her bushy eyebrows and she smiled in a ghastly manner. Eric tried to scream, but her scrawny, shrivelled hand pressed against his mouth. The other hand pressed his chest. It hurt him. The clock struck three. Eric gasped for breath. The pressure slowly grew less, and the wicked lady grew fainter. Then, he awoke, perspiring profusely. “Thank God; it was just a nightmare,” he said, “These college exams have been stressful.” Then his eyes rested on the clock. It read 2.59 am. Then the cupboard doors creaked and opened. There was a flash of blue eyes and silvery hair. Eric jumped out of his bed and ran out of the house. He spent the night in his friend’s house. The next day, he threw the cupboard out of his house. He was never troubled again by the blue-eyed, silvery-haired lady again.
The Dream
