The corrider

The corridor (short story)

I was walking in the corridor, It was 2AM and I've just woke up. I don't know the reason, I didn't need to go in the bathroom. I was very thirsty, I don't know why, but I was thirsty.
In my head there was a thought that didn't let me live calm: someone is seeing me.
I was thirsty, so I was going towards the kitchen to get a glass of water: I wouldn't had do it.
I was motionless: in front of me there was a demon. He was drinking the bloody of me: I've seen me in the floor dead and blood sprinkled. How is it possible? I'm here, I can hear me, but I'm there too. Was it a clone? Why a demon was drinking the bloody? Was my blood good? Then, everything stopped: my mum was saying to me to wake up: It was just a nightmare, one of the worst nightmare.