Based of the teen wolf tv series
Alison's point of view:
As I slowly drifted into a deep sleep, I tremble wide awake to unleash a strange feeling. I wasn't in my normal spot, my bed. Instead I was at Derek's.
"Hello? Derek?!" I slowly stood up realizing exactly where I was standing. I stood at the exact spot my aunt had died. My aunt Kate was amazing! But why was I here? The last thing I remembered was that I was in my bed chatting with Lydia on the phone.
"Alison!" A familiar voice spoke and I drifted to face the weird figure. I couldn't tell exactly who it was until they came perfectly into my view.
"Aunt Kate? This isn't real, I have to be dreaming. You...You are-"
" Dead." My daring aunt glared into my eyes. This wasn't real... It isn't!
BEEP! The school bang rang dismissing the class from one o the closest place to hell.
"Alison? Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost!" It was Lydia who was holding my frail arm.
" Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
" No you're not fine! Every time you say that you almost end up killing yourself!"
" Lydia seriously I'. Fi-"
" You're not the only one witnessing crazy stuff."
" What do ya mean?!"
" Scott and Styles."