I woke up sweating. It was only a dream, I assured myself.
It felt so real. Too real. It was another dimension. Grey. Cold. Lifeless. Blood spattered floors. It looked like home, but an evil place. I had heard tales about a place kind of like that. A boy about my age, Will, I think, was taken by some faceless monster. Thank gosh it was only a myth. I got out of bed and went downstairs for some food. I felt the cold tile under my feet. I thought I saw blood on the ground. It was only a dream, I assured myself again.
"Hey, Sam," I heard my brother say. "Couldn't sleep either?"
"Ryan! What are you doing up?"
"I said. I couldn't sleep."
Ryan was my annoying little brother. He turned nine three weeks ago.
I opened the freezer.
"The ice cream is mine," Ryan said. I sighed because that is exactly what I wanted.
"Don't eat too much," I said, "or mom and dad will know you've been out of your room past midnight."
He rolled his eyes and got a spoon.
"I'll just blame it on you. You know they'll believe me."
He was right. They always listen to him. He tossed me an apple.
"Really?" I asked. "An apple?"
"It's good for you," he said with a smirk. He turned around and went upstairs, taking the ice cream with him. I put the apple up and looked for something else. All of a sudden, I felt a chill, like someone was watching me. I turned around. I saw nothing but dark. The lights flickered.
"Hello?" I asked. My heart beat quickened.
"I forgot my spoon!" Ryan said. I gasped and jumped.
"Don't do that!" I said, relieved.
"Sorry!" He responded, laughing. He went back upstairs. I couldn't find anything to eat, so I got the apple. I started to go back upstairs, but I wanted to check the hallway. I stared into the dark, long foyer, but saw nothing. I went back upstairs, and I fell asleep with the light on.
"Samantha!" My mom yelled. I jolted awake. "You're going to be late for school!" I sighed. I could've used a bit more sleep. I didn't have any nightmares.
"Coming!" I shouted back. I quickly got dressed and got ready for school. "Sorry. I slept in," I said when I was downstairs. My mom tossed me a granola bar.
"What is it with this family and heath foods?" I wondered out loud.
"What?" My dad asked.
"Nothing," I responded quickly. "Bye," I told my parents. "Come on, Ryan," I said. "You don't want to be late to your first day of third grade." We walked to the garage and got on our bikes.
"See you, loser," Ryan said as he sped off. I rolled my eyes and took off after him.
I was halfway to school when I started seeing things again. The visions went on and off. It was a dark night. The boy in the myth was riding on his bike. His light flickered. The faceless monster appeared in front of him, and he swerved off the road. He fell off his bike, and he ran. I came back to my senses for a second. Then I had another vision.
"It's a street called Murkwood..." A boy said. I came back to my senses again.
"It's the demigorgon!" The same boy said as he placed a piece on a board. I shook my head, trying to get rid of these terrible visions, but I had another. A boy...wait. No. A girl, a weak and tired girl with a nosebleed was in a classroom laying on a table. The vision flashed. The faceless monster, the demigorgon broke in the room. A group of boys was trying to protect the girl. The vision flashed again. The demigorgon was up against the wall, and the girl was walkimg toward it. She looked back and said, "Goodbye, Mike." The vision flashed for the third time, and both the girl and monster were gone.
