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I woke up with a start from the nightmare that I kept having over and over every night. It was always the same- that I would die a gruesome death at the stroke of midnight. On which day, still remained a mystery; for all I know it would be days, months or even years before I die.
I glanced at the digital clock near my bedside, that read 11:59 pm bathed in its luminous glow. The last thing I heard as I felt a hard blow behind my cranium was the sound of my own voice screaming; and then, there was nothing.