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There it was again, that horrid face! I felt like I was dreaming but couldn’t wake up. Beads of perspiration dripped down my forehead like icicles on a house. I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t real, yet my heartbeat quickened and my jaw moved like that of a beaver’s gnawing at wood. I closed my eyes and opened them again, only to find the faces multiplying. The red eyes of that monster seemed to look straight into my soul. I tried to look away but everywhere I turned, there was the face. I tried to tell him to go away, but the words wouldn’t come out. I tried and tried again when finally I screamed, “STOP!” My eyes quickly opened and I realized that it was all a dream. My breath was still quick but at least I was lying on my bed in my room. I couldn’t believe it happened again, the terrible dream of the man who killed my father. Ever since his death a few weeks ago, I couldn’t stop having those nightmares.