"One night, I had a terrifying dream that stuck with me long after I woke up. In the dream, I found myself in a vast, dark forest, the trees towering and menacing under the pale moonlight. The silence was deafening, only broken by the sound of my own footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. Suddenly, I heard whispers behind me, but when I turned around, there was nothing but the dense fog that had begun to blanket the ground. I started running, my heart pounding in my chest, not knowing what was chasing me but feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. The more I ran, the more the whispers grew into eerie howls, echoing through the trees. I stumbled upon an old, abandoned house and, in desperation, entered seeking refuge. Inside, the air was cold and heavy with the scent of decay. I could hear faint footsteps upstairs, but I was too paralyzed with fear to move. Just as I gathered the courage to explore the noise, I woke up, sweating and breathless, relieved it was only a nightmare but haunted by its vividness."