2006 The Suite Life of Zack and Cody Special
Chapter 1: Halloween I 2005
The Scary Dream
Cody has always been the dependent twin. He was always dependent on Carey, his teachers, and even his brother. One Halloween night of 2005, when he was still twelve years old, strange things started happening. He always had the same dream everyday.
Unfortunately, Zack was always absent in the dream. He was never or seldom part of his dream. In the dream, he heard, but not saw, scratching on the window sill. Is sounded like a hand of five sharp nails scratching against the window glass. When he looked to the window, he woke up. What did it mean? He didn't know. He had no idea. He told no one about the dream except Zack, who swore he wouldn't tell a soul.
"Hey, Codster, wake up," Zack yelled Halloween morning. Cody's eyes opened slowly. Next, he felt a pillow being thrown at him.
"Alright, alright, I'm up," Cody mumbled. "Give me half a sec."
"No, Bob and Max are coming for a sleepover in an hour," Zack laughed. "Wake up; you can't sleep through the whole day!"
"Fine," Cody said, getting up. "They're getting worst."
"What, the dreams?"
"Yeah, always the same one," Cody said, taking the water bottle. It got cooler overnight. He took a big gulp of water and sighed.
"Just forget about it Cody, it's just a dream," Zack assured him.
"Somehow Zack, I highly doubt it." Cody took his pajamas off and pulled on a Red Sox T-shirt, and a red pair of shorts with it.
Zack pulled on his Beverly Hills Polo Club T-shirt, shorts, and added a hat which went horribly with his blond hair. So horrible, Cody yelled "Zack take it off!"
"Alright, alright, yeesh, sorry for living," Zack said, taking the hat off and throwing it away. He reached into his dresser drawer and took out a white hat with an American flag on it. "USA, USA, USA!"
Cody laughed and took out his own American hat. "Alright, forget the Martin brothers. We're the USA brothers." He put an arm around Zack.
Zack looked at him, and said, "Don't push it buddy."
Cody took his arm off Zack and walked toward the window. "Zack, I'm still really worried."
"Ah, come on man, get over it, it's just a dream!" Zack complained, annoyed.
"Look, our friends our coming in a bit, please don't obsess."
"I might have to mention it in scary story time," Cody said honestly. "I feel like if I let it out, they'll stop."
So later that night, when Bob and Max arrived, they stayed up in their room while the younger guests of the hotel went trick-or-treating through the Suite.
"Did you bring the horror movie?" Zack asked.
"Right here, The Ring," Max said, taking it out of her sleeping bag.
"I have Poltergeist," Bob said.
"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre," Zack said. "Which do we watch first?"
"Well, I thought we could watch something normal for a change," Cody suggested.
"Oh yeah, sure, why not see the Powerpuff Girls and watch Bubbles skipping through a field of flowers sniffing a sunflower?"
Max laughed and took out a piece of paper. She wrote the movie name on it, folded it, and put it in Zack's hat. Zack and Bob did the same thing. Soon, they shook the hat and shuffled everything before Cody took a paper from the hat. He unfolded it, looked, and said, "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."
Zack smirked.
He took another and said, "Poltergeist."
He took yet another and said, "The Ring."
"Alrighty, so Chainsaw Massacre first, Poltergeist, and then The Ring."
They stayed up almost all night watching movies. Afterwards, they sat under a huge sheet provided by Cody. "Ok, who's first?" Max asked.
"Me!" Zack called.
"No way, I'm first, mine's more important!" Cody complained.
"Who said, tell your story later!" Zack rejected.
"Hear Cody's story Zack!" Max said sternly. "You always want to be first on everything, you're so selfish. Let someone else have a turn."
Cody began. "In 1993, there was this… kid… a boy… named… C- Err… Curly was born. He lived quite nicely. He had a great childhood and everything. When he was eight, some things started happening, and by supposed coincidence, every Halloween night. Every year it was the same dream. He's sleeping in his bed when he hears scratching on the window. Every time he turns to the window, there's… nothing. There is absolutely nothing whatsoever. He closes his eyes to go to sleep, but the scratching begins again. He tries to ignore it. He can't. He opens his eyes. There's nothing. He closes his eyes only to hear it going again. This time, the scratching keeps going despite Curly looking at the window and still seeing nothing. Whoever is scratching the window seems to be invisible. To this day, the kid still wonders who or what causes the scratching on the 23rd floor of the Suite."
"O…k… that was… interesting," Max said looking awkward.
"It's a true story, you know?"
"Oh, sure it is Cody," Bob said. "I might have Dyslexia, but I know enough to say it's not true."
"It's him," Zack said, pointing towards his brother. "He's been having the same dreams and they've been bothering him. He thinks telling someone besides me would make them stop."
"They're just dreams," Max shrugged.
"Disturbing dreams, dreams that go against the laws of nature," Cody said. "I mean, come on, invisibility? I ask you."
"Tell us if they stop now you told us," Bob said.
"Well, that's the thing, I won't know till next Halloween," Cody said. "But I feel better now I've let it out."
"They'll stop, I'm sure of it," Zack assured him.
"We'll see."
