There's a saying that goes, "seeing is believing,"but Jeremy would be hard pressed to believe what was happening before him. The letter had floated from his hand and folded in on itself, almost like it had been swallowed by a vacuum of time and space. Then he heard it, a voice.
"Thank you for summoning me." He was surrounded by him or it.
Jeremy twisted and turned to find the source, but could not make heads or tails of it's location.
He then felt something on his shoulder, a hard clutch. He was quickly whisked around, and became face to face with what appeared to be a man.
"There's no need to be alarmed, Mr.Anderson." The figure said, but it's attempts to calm him, were unnoticed, as Jeremy had proceeded to bolt for the door.
"This is a dream, This is a dream, This is a dream." He kept repeating, perhaps hoping his speel would become an incantation. He was closing in on the exit, but that thing beat him to it, rising from the ground to block his escape, but then another thought came to mind.
"The window!"He almost yelled in desperation, before changing directions. In all his panic, jeremy had forgotten that he lived on the fourth floor, a fact he would soon be reminded of. After prying open the window, he poked his head out and very quickly pulled it back in.
"I'm pretty sure that if i jump out, i'll die. But, if this is a dream, i'll wake up." Such logic has never before been reached by a person of sane mind, so it was no wonder that it had come to jeremy almost by second nature. He dove through the window, but before he could plumet to his death, his entire body had been grasped, and he was pulled back into his apartment, and eventually his senses.
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