I try to run, but every way I go ends in rubble and stone. There is no escape. I turn around to see the eyes once more, staring back at me. I hear laughter, a child's laughter. Then everything is fire. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. The eyes just stare ahead as I writhe in the flames.
That is when I awaken, drenched in sweat. It has been like this for five nights in a row. The nightmares are becoming more frequent and I am not sure how much more of this I can stand. It may not be wise, but perhaps it is time we moved on from this wretched place.