The Hanged Man Starts To Speak...

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"Suddenly, the hanged man starts to speak... I go toward him and his face begins to peel. His words, which are mumbled, turn to horrifying shrieks. Then my skin starts to boil and peel and I wake up."
"And it's the same dream every time?" The doctor asked.
"Sometimes, before the screams, his words are clear. I can make out 'leave, hungry, die' At least that what they sound like."
The doctor scribbled away on his clipboard. He took off his glasses and scratched the bald patch on his head.
"Anything else about the phantom?"
"Phantom?"
"Man... I mean man." The doctor smiled in an attempt to mask his mistake.
The man sat up from the chaise longue. "No! You said phantom."
"Common mistake" He lied.
"What do you know?" The man pressed.
The doctor felt uncomfortable with the mans stare, it was piercing and invading. He tapped his chest and a siren sounded.
"What have you done?" The man asked springing to his feet.
The light in the room flashed red and armed guards stormed in through the door.
The man was quick to react. He grabbed the doctor and pulled him towards him. He wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Tell me what is going on!" The man screamed and tightened his grip on the doctor to show his seriousness.
"You're making a mistake." The doctor choked his way through the sentence.
"Shut up!" He tightened his grip. The guards stood with their guns pinpointed at his head.
"Mistake, leave, go." A voice boomed above the alarm. Everyone searched looking for its source.
"Mistake, leave, now." The voice repeated itself and again the source was unknown. Then, in through the door glided a figure. It's body was translucent, in places, and emitted a blue glow. Everyone turned towards it. Around its neck was a noose.
"That's him..." The man whimpered, loosening his grip on the doctor.
The figure tugged on the noose, choking itself over and over. Its mouth opened and its tongue slapped against its teeth "Hungry. Hungry."

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