When i was about nine years old i used to have this night terror that would leave me in cold sweats at night. I would pass into sleep and would find myself in a dark hallway. The hallway was wide enough for two people to walk beside me and was tall enough for the ceiling to be englufed in shadow. Every ten paces i came to a juction at which i could turn right or left. I would turn left or right without a thought like my legs were no longer under my control. I can remember feeling terrified because just a few turns back i could feel somthing chasing me. I knew it was walking at as slow a pace as i was. I also knew that if i turned around it would get me. If i ran it would get me. therefore i had to maintain my walking pace. I did this for what seemed like hours.
