Hey everyone, I've had a few of you say scary is what I'm good at and I've also had a few requests for a Santana haunting with Brittany/Santana pairing. Hopefully this is going to satisfy a few people!
Let me know what you think and if it's worth continuing! I love reviews!
Prologue
He's sitting outside my window. I can see him. Just sitting there and staring up at me. I try to move, try to run, try to communicate with my body. But nothing's working. Our eyes are locked as he watches me, no emotion, no expression. He just… is. He looks about fourteen, three years younger than myself, and is wearing a uniform. It looks old but I cant really tell what century he's from. I can feel his eyes on me, I know he's looking at me but I can feel it. I feel the heat of his gaze on my cheeks and shoulders, like a weight pressing down over me. My head is pounding. I should really move now. His face is pale and I can see how beady his eyes are. Like they have no iris, only darkness. He lingers on the swing set in my back garden, is he waiting for something? Waiting for me? But I still cant move. The fingers on his right hand are twisted around the metal chain of the swing, gripping it tightly as he gently rocks himself backwards and forwards. He looks frozen, like it should be snowing outside, but it's the middle of summer and the sun is pounding down. I'm still standing in my bedroom looking out of the window, even my hand holding the curtains apart wont move. I cant look away. But then he begins to stand, his eyes leaving mine momentarily as he finds his feet. And then he points at me. My blood is running cold through my veins and I can feel a cold sweat dripping down my face, my lip trembling as if tears are about to fall. And then he's gone. Just like that. He up and disappears.
'Santana?' Someone's shaking her, calling her name.
'Santana?' Someone else is here too, a different voice, but then the first one speaks again.
'San!' She yells, an open palm finding my cheek. Santana shot upwards and scrambled back against the wall, her breathing heavy and uneven.
'Santana?' Quinn says again, 'Are you okay? You were having a nightmare.'
'A.. a nightmare?' Santana squints her eyes and focuses on the girls in front of her.
'Yeah,' Brittany says, her face worried and tired looking. 'You kept rolling around and you were sweating.'
'I'm sorry guys.' Santana tried to smile, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands and then clearing the long hair out of her face. She then got up and walked over to her window, tentatively pulling back the dark curtain and peeking out. It was dark but she couldn't see anyone there. She sighed and shoo her head, she was being stupid. It was only a dream.
'It's okay Santana.' Quinn assured her. 'What were you dreaming about?'
'Oh.' Santana began, moving to sit back down on her bed between the two girls. 'Nothing really, I don't remember.' She lied, not wanting to freak them out. Especially Brittany who was easily freaked to say the least. 'Who slapped me?' She asked, smiling.
'Sorry, that was me.' Quinn admitted. 'You were freaking Brit out.'
'Sorry B.' Santana said, taking her hand and planting a kiss onto it.
'That's okay San, I just don't like it when you're scared.'
'I know, me neither.' Santana said, looking back over to her window.
'Come on, lets go back to sleep, we do actually have to go to school tomorrow.' Quinn reminded them, the weekend having to end at some point.
'Damn, forgot about school.' Santana joked as Brittany pulled her back under the covers. It was a cold October night so Santana was grateful for the warmth of her girlfriends arms wrapped around her. She listened to both of her friends drift back off into a peaceful sleep, but all she could do was stare at the ceiling. She knew she had a nightmare. That's all it was, right? But if that was the case, she didn't understand why it felt so real.