. Everyone seemed like all living in their own dream land where everyone wa

said my name was chosen by my parents because they saw my future and it was dev

my all times favourite good people I was growing up to live with. I was feeling chillingly wrong about the concept of goodness they liked to make people think and feel about themselves. Something auspicious abo

schools. By the way, I had a liquor store of my own. All kinds of liquids, edible, drinkable or usable products I loved to trade. Small business, I was my own chanter, I spent my whole childhood with my ladies at my home nevertheless I had learned most of my business trainin

rying man was vanished in the thin air when I was checking out the body. When I came close to him to see his face if I could identify somehow who he was, it was me. I jumped few steps back by the horror of seeing me infront of me. At that point I woke up from my day dreaming. I did same thing again, I locked up my shop, same weather, same outfit that I dreamt in my dream but this time I didn't go to the club, straight to my home. The next day, I took the liberty to read the local newspaper to see if any kind incidents were happened with anyone like I dreamt the previous day then an article made me curious to read it, no pictures, nothing just a cue where they wrote a man was founded naked in the nearby bridge who was raped savagely by the group of human, the journalist wrote, that found

inty of their own then why all of a sudden. After that horrified incident, police of my town started to guard the bridge. They trolled over the whole area every night but no