Laying next to Josh I lazily rest my head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around my body holding me in a strong warm embrace. Turning my face towards his I looked deeply into his dark chocolate brown eyes, while our faces slowly moved closer. I gently close my eyes shut as I prepare for the incoming kiss. With only centimeters apart from our faces, my heart beats rapidly with anticipation. Yet an all too familiar chuckle breaks the silence. Quickly opening my eyes I become face to face with the horrifying pale white face of a mask. I try to push away from him but I can't break free. "Good Bye Sam." Josh cynically whispered in my ear before letting me go.
Suddenly the bed Josh and I was laying on dissipates into smoke as I began to fall down into the black oblivion. "JOSH!" I scream out reaching for him frantically. A chair forms under me while ropes bind my hands. Before me I see Josh being split in halve by a saw blade, his blood and guts splattering across the room. I try to look away but the masked figure held my head tight. "NOO! PLEASE! STOP! PLEASE! JOSH! NOO!"
I open my eyes and sat up in my bed quickly, sweat and tears ran down my face. Picking myself up from the small bed, I tried to get a grip on myself. Turning on the light to the bathroom I peered at myself in the mirror. My once short blonde hair had grown down to the middle of my back, being frizzy and curly from me not straightening it the previous day. I ran my hand over the faint scar the ran down my forehead over top of my right eye, it was a reminder of what happened that night. Letting the cool water run through the water spout I gently splashed my face with water, waking myself up. I decided it would be best to probably take a shower since I was covered in sweat.
Wrapping the towel around my body I made my way back into my room where I slipped on a simple outfit of blue jeans and a yellow plaid shirt. It was already 9: 50am so there was no use in going back to bed, not that I wanted to. That dream, or should I say nightmare was more than just heart wrenching it was surreal. It seemed like josh was really back, tears slipped down my cheeks, but he isn't, he'll never come back to me. "God Dammit Sam, get it together. "I told myself drying my tears. Perhaps I'll just watch the news to get my mind off of things. Tuning into channel 9 the news popped on.
"Good Morning California, I'm Paul Dewatre" The pretty boy anchorman nearly shouted
"And I'm Rebecca Masads, this morning we have breaking news." The anchorwoman said pausing for a moment.
"Last night near Midnight, there were multiple mysterious sightings of what many claimed to be a monster. The say it had looked like nothing human!" She said as she put up a blurry photo on the screen.
I froze as fear took over me. I was all too familiar with what she is seeing, but it can't be, no. It was a wendigo.
"If viewers have any information about these sightings they are urged to contact the police moving onto other news . . . " The anchorwoman continued on.
I couldn't hear a thing she said, I was to wrapped up in my own fear. A knock on the door broke me from my trance, Walking over to the door I turned the knob and couldn't believe my eyes.
"J-Josh. . . "