As I walked through the familiar streets, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. Every step I took seemed to echo with the sound of footsteps behind me. I quickened my pace, but the sound kept pace with me. I tried to convince myself it was just my imagination, but the sensation only intensified. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows - a young girl with an unnerving grin.

My heart racing, I tried to run, but my legs felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. The girl began to chase me, her laughter echoing through the streets. I spotted a group of aunties nearby and rushed towards them, hoping to find safety in their presence. "Please, help me!" I begged, but instead of shielding me, one of them caught the girl and handed her back to me. I was taken aback. Why weren't they helping me?

I managed to break free and sprint towards a car. I jumped in and drove away, my heart still racing. The streets blurred together as I sped through them, the girl's face etched in my mind. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see. As I drove, the scenery shifted, and I found myself on a deserted road winding through the jungle. The trees seemed to close in around me, casting long, ominous shadows.

My anxiety spiked as I realized I was completely alone. Suddenly, I saw a man wielding a bunch of neem leaves like a weapon. He was chasing after a every each person who were walking passing from there , hitting them with the leaves cutting theirs heads and crushing them with the rock making paste of it and were collecting on the side of the road. My instincts screamed at me to get out of there, but before I could react, a group of villagers appeared out of nowhere. They caught the man and held him down. One of the villagers, an elderly woman, looked at him with a mixture of anger and sadness. "He killed people, think they also had families like this man has," she said, her voice firm but sorrowful. "We won't let him go until he's punished."

The scene was intense, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The man's eyes seemed to hold a deep despair, and for a moment, I felt a pang of sympathy. But the woman's words echoed in my mind, and I knew I had to get out of there. I drove away, the silence of the jungle enveloping me like a shroud.

As I emerged from the jungle, the dream began to fade, leaving me with more questions than answers. What did the girl chasing me represent? Was it a fear of being pursued or a manifestation of my own anxieties? And the man in the jungle - what darkness was he hiding? The dream lingered in my mind, refusing to be shaken off.

I woke up, my heart still racing, the images vivid in my mind. The dream may have been a reflection of my own fears and anxieties, but it also left me with a sense of unease, a feeling that there was more to it than met the eye. I couldn't shake off the feeling that the dream was trying to tell me something, to warn me about something lurking in the shadows.

"But as she was walking around, I felt strange because there were so many women in that house. Some were cooking, while others were cleaning, dusting, and doing other tasks. They weren't maids; they all looked like the ladies of the house, but they were all working. It wasn't creepy until I saw a man entering the house, and everyone became scared. He came inside and suddenly grabbed a woman who was cleaning the floor and slammed her head on the floor so hard that the blood spread out exactly like when we throw a water balloon on a wall and the water splashes out in force. Not just me, but my soul gasped out in fear, and it even started trembling when I saw him doing the same to other women. Not exactly the same, he was beating every person in a different way. He grabbed the woman who was in the kitchen and took a knife to her neck, holding her by the neck.

It sounds scary, right? But what's even scarier is that no one was shouting, no one was screaming, not even the person who was watching all this. I was the one who was seeing all this through that person's eyes, and it took my soul out, but the person who was actually at that spot, seeing everything real, didn't even flinch. And that person was a girl, yes, when she moved to the mirror and saw herself in it, I also saw her because I was seeing the things she was watching, and she was none other than the influencer I watch every day on my Instagram. And guess what? She makes comedy videos. No one can even guess that the smiley and humorous person is having the most horrific scene in her life. The way she was not flinching made it clear that it wasn't the first time she was seeing that, and neither was that man. He wasn't afraid, nor angry, nor guilty. Yes, he wasn't guilty because she was actually recording it, and he was doing all that, looking dead serious into the camera and laughing like a manic. His face was like mockingly saying, 'Oh, you're recording? Haha, go on and record as much as you can. I don't give a fuck.'

It was more like he knew she couldn't do anything, and those ladies also knew that they couldn't do anything, and even that funny influencer knew that she couldn't do anything. That's why no one was screaming, nor was anyone praying to get rescued. They were looking like they had accepted their death before getting killed by him. Even though she was recording, her silence and emotionless face and body language were telling that she didn't care anymore. But then why was she recording? And yes, she wasn't scared either. Suddenly, he grabbed a woman by the neck and took her in front of the camera, and as he was pressing her neck even harder, her face got blue due to lack of oxygen. She was trembling, or you know how people react when they stop getting oxygen? Same like that, I got scared and tried to stop seeing those things. I tried my best to close my eyes so I could stop seeing the things that the influencer was watching, and finally, I woke up."