It was midnight, and I had just fallen asleep. As I drifted off into dreamland, I found myself in a dark forest. The moon was full and bright, casting eerie shadows all around me. The trees rustled in the wind, and the night was filled with the sound of crickets chirping. I walked deeper into the woods, my heart pounding in my chest.
Suddenly, I heard a twig snap behind me. I turned around, but no one was there. I shrugged it off and kept walking, but the feeling of being watched wouldn’t go away. It felt like something was following me, stalking me from the shadows.
I quickened my pace, but the path seemed to stretch on forever. The trees grew taller and closer together, blocking out more and more of the moonlight. I stumbled and fell, scraping my hands on the rough forest floor. When I looked up, I saw a figure standing over me, its face hidden in shadow.
I tried to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. The figure reached down and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me to my feet. It led me through the forest, its grip tight on my arm.
We emerged from the trees into a clearing, and I saw that the figure was not human. Its face was twisted and grotesque, with eyes that glowed red in the darkness. It led me to a small cabin in the middle of the clearing, and pushed me inside.
The cabin was old and decrepit, with cobwebs covering the walls and floor. The figure locked the door behind us, and I knew that I was trapped. It began to speak to me, in a voice that sounded like it came from the depths of hell itself.
“You have entered my domain,” it said. “You are now mine to do with as I please.”
I screamed and tried to run, but the figure was too fast. It grabbed me and pulled me back, its grip like iron. I was trapped, alone with this creature in the middle of the forest.
The dream continued on in this way, a never-ending nightmare that left me waking up in a cold sweat. Even now, as I sit here in my bed, I can still feel the terror of that midnight dream.

