Monsters and Bad Dreams

Written By: Jaycie Davis

Chapter One

The Dream

Sawyer had just come home from school, expecting to see her dads car in the drive way, but it was mysteriously not there. She walked up to the door, wondering if it was locked, but surprisingly, it was unlocked. She turned the knob bravely and stepped inside...not knowing what to expect...

There she saw her best friend, Alice, just standing there with her back turned to her, staring at Sawyer through the mirror across the hall. She started to walk her way towards Alice, but she turned around before Sawyer could take her first step.

She didn't breathe and she didn't blink...Saywer couldn't even tell what she was thinking. Saywer tried saying something, but someone put their hands on her shoulders and slid them under her arms, holding her tight so she couldn't move.

First she noticed the smell...a smell she knew better than her own name. It was her big brothers, Ash, colone scent as strong as ever. Sawyer struggled to get away, but couldn't. She looked up at him with glassy, pleading eyes and begged him to let her go...he sayed not a word to her, but looked to Alice and shoke his head ok.

Sawyer looked back to Alice just as she pulled out a long sharp knife, not a sword yet not a butcher knife.

"What are you going to do with that?", Sawyer asked, frightened. She could hear her voice quiver, it had never quivered until now and she realized something terrible was going to happen...something very terrible.

Alice walked toward her with it, slowly at first but then so fast before Sawyer blinked she was right in front of her. She put the tip of the long knife in the middle of Sawyer's chest, right at the top of her shirt.

She slid it slowly down, cutting her shirt in half, leaving Sawyer topless and in her bra. Sawyer looked up to see her brother grinning, as if he enjoyed seeing his younger sibleing tortured and teased. She knew she had done some terrible things to him in the past, but why was he doing this. 'Was it he who planned this?' 'If so, why is my best friend of all time helping?', these thoughts ran through her head as she tried to figure out what was happening to her.

Sawyer looked back to her friend, but it was not Alice anymore, it was a twisted denomic creature, with hair as black as tar, eyes as red as blood, flaming as if it needs nectar..nectar of some sort, blood...BLOOD! Sawyer started back to her twisting and wiggleing, trying desprately to get away, but she knew there was no escape.

The creature now took the knife and placed it against her chest, ready to cut and ready to drink. Sawyer screamed and kicked the creature, it didn't even flinch. It then decided to cut her throat...that's where most blood is after all, isn't it? It slid it across her throat and then...