7

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Story type: Ghost
Location: While asleep in my bed
Source: Form Submission

When I was Eighteen years old something happen to me that I still can't explain. One night while sleeping I had a dream I was being chased by some sort of figure. I couldn't really make out the face. All I remember was the number seven on the its forehead. Anyway the next morning I woke up and jumped into to the shower. The dream never really crossing my mind. After showering, as I dry myself, I felt a sort of paper cut on my stomach. I looked in the mirror. And a tiny, perfect number 7 was scratched into my skin. I explained the dream to my mother and she went and got her book on dreams. Which explains dreams (supposedly). Anyway after she explained that I was going to have bad luck. I showed her my stomach. The look on her face was more frightening than the dream.