Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, it belongs to it's respected owners.

A/N: This is just a story I thought up. Reviews are always appreciated not matter how brief.

It's Too Dark

Prologue:

Loneliness was the first feeling I had felt. It made me feel as though I were drowning, and I couldn't come up. Closing my eyes I tried to sleep. I turned, in my bed but there was no comfort in this room. It was as though everything was closing in on me. There was a heaviness that surrounded me and soon I felt my eyelids droop, but I wasn't tired. At least that's what I had thought.

It was in this half awakened state that was when I heard the door open. I looked up but there was no one there. Just me in a new bed, in a strange room, an old room. I shivered, there were goose bumps all over my body but I was under so many thick blankets. I felt a chill run through me. I wanted to cry, it was so cold and I couldn't get warm.

I got up and wrapping a blanket around me. It was so unnaturally silent that it as as though every sound had somehow been sapped from the air. I quickly closed the door with a click and locket it.

As I made my way to my bed the door handle started to rattle. I jumped. Running to my bed I quickly tossed the covers to the side bringing them over me to hide under them. The air felt colder than ever. The handle's shaking soon became violent.

I shouted with panic thick in my voice. "Go away! Please just go."

With that the doorknob suddenly stilled.

It was then that I noticed the silence was interrupted and the grandfathers clock had began to tick. When I had come to this house, it had been broken. Looking up I saw the pendulum swing gently from side to side, as though it had always been that way.

A young girl walked through the door, she looked at me with a frown. She looked about my age, but her eyes. They had seen so much more, as though they were ageless. She wore a white dress, but in such an old fashion. I wasn't sure from when, but the dress seemed to come from been over a century ago. She had beautiful chocolate brown hair that softly framed her face and such piercing blue eyes. When she looked at me they went right through me.

She was so pale though, as though she were painted in watercolours and to my horror, I could see right through her.

"Do you know what happened to my brother?" she asked me softly, "I need to see him. He left for the war. I don't know what happened to him. It was so long ago, but I need to know. Is he alive? When did he die? Please tell! I'll do anything! Please!"

This girl, this young woman was desperate. There were lines on her face that shouldn't exist on a face so young. She looked afraid, with a fear that I couldn't understand. The room suddenly became colder.

"Please," the girl whispered desperately, "you must tell me! I'll do anything. I swear it. I will. You just have to tell me."

It was then I felt this dread that wasn't my own. As if this girl was instilling me with this terrible fear and hopelessness.

I began to cry. "I don't know. I'm so sorry, I don't! Please go, just go!"

The girl simply stood there, unmoved with my fright, untouched by my tears. She just stared at me with this look of sheer helplessness. It was then I screamed and closed my eyes. I buried my face into my pillow. I heard footsteps and my door rattled once more.

"Quinn! Honey, let me in!"

I looked up, the girl was gone and the clock had stopped as if it had never begun, but it was still so cold. My skin felt like ice.

I moved forward grabbing the key off my bedside table. I stood to opened the door.

"Mum," I called out, I put my arms around her. "Mum I was so scared."

"Darling," she whispered gently to me, "it was just a bad dream. Calm down, I'm here."

She was wrong though. It wasn't just a dream. It was only the beginning of my living nightmare.