When I was very young, I had a strange and wild fantasy — one of those dreams that linger in your mind long after you wake.
That night, I was asleep, wrapped in the quiet of my room. But then… something felt off. A faint movement outside caught my attention. I peeked through the window, and my heart skipped a beat.
Five, maybe six men, wearing nothing but underwear, were walking down our street. Their shadows stretched eerily across the walls, moving toward a neighbor's house.
Curiosity and fear battled inside me. I couldn't help myself — I stepped outside. The cool night air prickled my skin. My eyes followed them, frozen in disbelief. They entered the neighbor's house, disappearing into the darkness.
And yet… it felt so real. Too real. As if they had actually come. My heart raced, my mind screamed at me to run, but I couldn't move.
Something about that night stayed with me. Something that made me question the line between fantasy and reality.Add to library,like and comment after reading,and vote them