Chapter 1;

Samantha Larson jerked her body from sleep as the images of her horrid dream swam through her head. She was breathing as if she were about to go into some kind of asthma attack. She'd had the same dream of her best friend for a month now. Everytime she would wake up before Chase was killed. She hated it, but she was afraid if she stayed asleep long enough for Chase to be slaughtered by the deranged killer, it was come true, and he wouldn't be there anymore. She turned her head to her alarm clock. Great timing, 6:45. She would've had to wake up in fifteen minutes anyways. At least, she'd have a little more time to get ready for school. Sam swung her legs over the edge of her bed, waiting for her head to stop spinning from getting up too fast. She rubber the corners of her eyes, getting the sleep out of them. Clumsily, she walked over towards the door and into the bathroom.