Nightmare

As i was walking down the hall, I heard a noise behind me. I turned around quickly, but nothing was there. I kept walking, but a little faster now. I heard the sound again, a squeak, but again nothing was there. I went into a jog now, but the hall seemed to be getting wider, and longer. I heard it multiple times, but didn't turn around. I ran and ran faster and faster until I could not run anymore. I heard it one more time, and the collapsed. Then I woke up. It was the middle of the night, and I was sweating from head to toe.

I sat up straight, and listened for the squeaking sound. I didn't hear anything, so I went back to sleep. I immediately heard the sound again, and sat up. It was a clear squeak. I didn't move a muscle for an hour straight while the sound got louder and louder. I couldn't stand it anymore, and sprinted out of my room, out of the house, and ran as fast as I could down my street until I collapsed. Then I heard someone telling me to wake up. I woke up in my room. The squeaking sound was gone, and it was sunny out. I let go a sigh of relief. When I got out of bed, I heard a squeaking sound. I had stepped on a rubber duck. It was pathetic. That is the sound that was haunting me all night.