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PTSD Nightmare

A flashback of my own frights

i’m in a house. it’s not my own. mom isn’t home. rain storm. it won’t stop. i’m no longer in the house but now in the rain. i’m soaking wet. i’m back inside, yelling MOM. no reply. i’m all alone. i’m soaking wet.

a wolf is chasing me. i can’t catch my breath. i enter a stand-alone door. where’s the house? i walk through the door and slam it behind me, holding my…