The Long Red Neck
Part 2
I woke abruptly, drenched in sweat, my heart racing as if it wanted to leap out of my chest. The dream I just had felt too real—too vivid to be easily dismissed. Shaking off the lingering images, I tried to settle back into sleep, but an unsettling sensation clung to me like a persistent shadow.
In the midst of the night’s silence, a faint, mournful melody snuck into my room, carried by a breeze that seemed colder than before. At first, I tried to ignore it, passing it off as my imagination. Yet, the tune persisted, growing louder, more haunting, drawing my attention unwillingly.
Summoning the courage to glance towards the window, dread gripped me as I saw it—a figure standing in the moonlit darkness. Its red, elongated neck pressed against the window pane, the glint of its sharp beak sending shivers down my spine. The creature from my dream was there, its presence too vivid to dismiss as a mere figment of my imagination.
I moved quickly, shutting the window, but the eerie melody lingered, casting a sinister aura in the room. The creature’s haunting call echoed, leaving an unsettling silence as a lingering reminder of the spectral encounter.
The night dragged on, the memory of that encounter refusing to fade. As dawn approached, I remained awake, haunted by the inexplicable presence that had breached the boundary between dream and reality, leaving a lingering fear that refused to dissipate.