Monster in my tent

The night was calm but noise from the rustling wind and of the bushes that surrounded my tent.
It was not ordinary,
I felt something was not right.
Tried to slow down my racing heart beats,
but like kenyans athletees it was hard to win that trophy.
I was now sweating,
I could feel that my hands were wet.
I thought of screaming for help,
I knew if things were ok ,
I will be purnished to clean all my friend's tents together with mine after camp session is over.
Fear had capture my attention,
thinking was getting even more difficult.
I thought I was losing my breath,
but the truth was nothing was making sense.
At once the wind stopped
I could now read every second of my life...
It was not becoming fun at all
I could feel that my face was covered with sweat drops.
I heard it approaching
everything now was happening quickly
I tightened my camp knife in my hand
I knew if the monster trys to make a move towards me I will make the knife disappear in its throat..
I waited.....It was approaching my tent now
could not hear anything else other than
the footstep...
It was making a rhythm
I thought I had heard the song before..but couldn't tell

It tore my tent
I had swallowed my voice ..
Tried to scream bt nothing ......
As it was about to grab me
I swang my knife toward it and caught its head
everything happened so fast... I couldn't even explain.....
the silence busted into screams.
Blood in my hands and the knife in the monsters head....
screams were sounding high.
something grabbed my back.thats when I woke up..
...sweating..

......Blood on my hands....
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....It was just a mare dream I though
but where the hell did I get this blood from..Everyone was surrounding my desk..
It is at that moment it dawn on me what had happened
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I had sturbbed my l
lecturer using my pen........

I had fallen asleep in class..
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