Approaching Halloween

I dreamt with you tonight. You stood in the shadows, a girl with her back to you. She shut the door, opened a drawer and got inside it. When she hit the photocopier's button, a machine moved you across the narrow room. She thought she was safe, so she peeked out of the drawer. Her eyes bulged when she saw you standing there, ready to slam your knife through her head.

I ran through corridors, pushing open wooden doors. I found the door that led to the outside; it was snowing and I could only see bare pine trees covering a hill. I ran for the trees, knowing I'd have to never stop, never try to catch my breath, because if I even dared to lean against a tree you would grab my head and carve a smile on my neck.