Disclaimer: I do not own FOP...how many times do I have to write
A ten-year-old boy with a pink hat sat on the couch, channel surfing. Timmy Turner.
"Boring. Yawn. Dumb. Man, couldn't they have come up with better shows." Timmy said aloud, commenting on each show.
Just when he saw something good, the phone rang.
"Hello." He answered.
"I'm in your house." A girl's voice replied.
"Hello. Hello who is this?" Timmy cried, scared to death.
But the phone was silent. He dropped it onto the carpet and went back to his show. Five minutes later, he heard weird noises coming from the closet. He started towards it. Every step he took, the noises got louder, until they were practically screeching in his ear. Shakily he opened the closet...and screamed.
"I've been waiting for you, Timmy Turner." A girl said.
In her hand, she held a cell phone. In her other hand, an axe.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Timmy cried, sitting up in his bed.
He looked around, glad to see his familiar room.
"Just a dream. Just a dream." He muttered.
"More like a nightmare." The voice from his dream said.
He sat straight up, looking around for whoever said that. But there was no girl. No one but...
"WANDA!" Timmy screeched. "How dare you scare me like that!"
Wanda was sitting on his bed, laughing her head off.
"Sorry sprot. But I could see your dream and man, you're such an easy target." She laughed.
Timmy glared, then hoped off his bed and got dressed. He left for school, leaving Cosmo and Wanda at home. At school, he was greeted by Chester and AJ.
"Dude, I had the strangest dream last night.' Chester announced.
"Me too." AJ agreed.
"I was sitting down at the t.v., channel surfing." Chester started.
"And when I finally found a good show, the phone rang." AJ said.
"It was a girl's voice. She told me she was in my house." Chester went on.
"And you heard this noise in your closet right?" Timmy asked in amazment.
"Yup. An every step I took, the noise got louder. Until I was right outside the closet." Chester continued.
"And a teenage girl was standing there, with a cell phone and an axe." Timmy finished.
"Yeah." AJ said.
The three looked at each other with horror in their eyes.
"Dude. Did we just all have the same dream?" Chester asked.
"Yeah." Timmy said slowly.
They looked at each other and shivered. Then Timmy walked off, seeing Trixie.
"...and an axe. That was were I woke up." Trixie was saying to Veronica.
Timmy froze. It wasn't...nah it couldn't be.
"Like, me too. It was a girl with a cell and an axe." Veronica replied.
It was the same. Timmy gulped.
"Did everyone in the school have the exact same dream?" He wondered aloud.
"You had it too." Trixie asked Timmy.
He nodded.
"I, like, can't believe it." Veronica said.
Trixie looked at Timmy and Veronica. Instead of her popular, snobby smile, she looked like Samara Morgan had called her. Her expression was terrified.
"Who else had it?" She asked, her voice shaky.
"Chester, AJ, me, you, and Veronica." Timmy replied.
"Lets, like, go talk to Chester and AJ." Veronica suggested.
So the three of them walked over to Chester and AJ.
"We, like, have to talk to you. Got it?" Veronica demanded.
Chester was about to reply, but the bell rang.
"Let's meet at my house after school." Timmy said hopefully.
"Fine. As long as no one sees me going there." Trixie said.
The day went by in a flash, mainly because they had a substitute teacher instead of Mr. Crocker.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
"I got it." Timmy yelled, finally at his house.
He answered the door to find Chester, AJ, Veronica, and Trixie on his doorstep.
"Come in. I'll be right back, I have to check on my fish." Timmy announced.
A few moments later, they heard a scream. They rushed upstaris to see what had happened.
"Omigosh, are those supposed to be fish?" Trixie gasped when she saw Cosmo and Wanda.
They were lying at the bottom of the fishbowl, looking like they had watched a certain movie seven days ago. Their bodys were rotted and twisted, and their wands were snapped into five pieces. Their crowns were a dull yellow instead of bright bold.
"Is there a, like, t.v. in that castle? And if there is, have they seen anything seven days ago?" Veronica asked, totally freaked.
Timmy gulped. They had definatly not seen the tape, but why had they died.
"Wait a sec. They died." Timmy said, gears turning in his head.
"No, ya think?" Trixie asked sarcasticacally.
"What I mean is, does this have anything to do with the dream?" Timmy said.
The others gasped. You could practically see the wheels turning.
"But why the fish?" Trixie wondered.
"Because they're my fairy godparents!" Timmy cried.
"WHAT!" The others cried in unison.
"It's true. See the wands and crowns." Timmy muttered reluctently.
"Omigosh, I can't believe it." Trixie cried.
"Dude." Was all Chester could say.
"So Mr.Crocker was, like, right?" Veronica asked.
"But why your fairies? Is someone out to get you?" Trixie asked.
"No. Not Timmy. I'm out to get YOU, Trixie." A girl's voice hissed.
Cliffhanger! Thjat was probably the best story I've ever done. Even thpugh you probably figured this out already, I got the idea when I watched The Ring today. The part in the dream when the noise gets louder. I got that from The Grudge. Umm, okay RxR. Iill try to make it scarier if you want. It's supposed to be a horror story, but this IS just the first chapter. RxR. Bye.