Jasmine felt something choking her in her sleep. Is it a dream? Is it a nightmare? The choking pressure was heavy and she could not breathe. It felt real to her. She opened her eyes quickly, and saw the dummy on top of her stomache.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME."
The dummy spoke in a whispering tone. "You trying to kill me, but you can't."
"I want you to die," she said, throwing the dummy down onto the floor.
"But you can't," the dummy said, running out of her room.
Jasmine ran after the dummy, and it vanished. She looked over it around her house, but it disappeared somewhere.
"I thought that mutha fucka was dead," she said to herself.
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