Jennelle slammed the door shut, adrenaline pumping though her body fueled by fear. She grabbed the closest chair she could find, then propped it hastily under the door handle.

"Jennelle, please, let me in, I'll tell you everything I know."

Jennelle froze. Whatever was behind her door spoke in a voice just like Jackson. Exactly like Jackson. She heard his head thump against the door.

"I'm so, SO sorry, please please forgive me." he spoke sincerely.

She leaned against the door, tears brimming in her eyes.

"How is it even you? I saw you DEAD, in a CASKET."

" You did see me, but...its complicated. Please, let me explain, I want you to know, just open the door, I will tell you everything"

Jennelle stepped back from the door.

"My dead fiance is at my door talking to me. I'm going insane," she thought bitterly, "And now he wants to come in. I can't live like this, I can't do this anymore. Maybe it's just a dream. If I pinch myself, I'll wake up."

She pinched herself. It didn't work.

" Ugghh," She thought with hopelessness.

She looked around the room frantically, searching for something even she wasn't sure of. She looked at the window, and a thought hit her.

Dreams end when you die.

She hesitantly walked toward the window. She opened it and felt a calm, cool breeze wash over her face. She leaned out the window. She was at the top of a six-story apartment complex overlooking a big street. She stepped on the window frame. She closed her eyes.

"Just jump and this nightmare will end. Jump and this'll all be over" said a voice inside her head.

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