A/N: I'm seriously a force of nature that can't be stoped today. XD Anyways, here's my latest one. Part of the challenge set out for us. My first one to be part of. It's the Horror/Tragedy part of the challenge, new chapter coming up soon! As always, I don't own anything, except the Shadowy Figure/Voice guy is all my own. And I've think I've decided that these are all gonna be dream based. Different character each story. And even more of a treat, I'm titling each chapter! YAY! I guess I should stop rambling and let you get reading. R&R please! :)

Chapter 1: Nothing to be Afraid of

Tracy was sitting in class, feeling very bored. She hated history. It was by far her least favorite class. She looked around the classroom, she saw IQ rapt with attention hanging on to every word Mr. Flack said about the Revolutionary War. Personally, she didn't care, it didn't seem all that important to her. Her eyes fell upon another student who was staring at Mr. Flack with his hand upon his cheek and his mouth open, apparently in a sort of stupor, she noticed the drool coming out of the corner of his mouth. She turned her attention back to Mr. Flack, but then found herself slowly shifting into a stupor herself, she felt her eyelids getting heavy and she felt her head slowly falling forward. She jerked her head back and shook it trying to wake up. Of course, she knew this wasn't going to do any good. She put her cheek to her hand and just let herself fall asleep.

Soon Tracy was dreaming. Different colors and images swirled around in her mind till they finally formed a fuzzy sort of frame. She saw herself walking down a long dark hallway. She was alone.

"Hello? Anyone here?" she called. There was no answer. She kept on walking.

Tracy noticed pictures of strange looking people on the walls. It seemed to her that the eyes of these people were following her, but she just shook off that feeling. She swallowed hard and continued walking down the hallway. At the end of the hallway, she noticed a big door with light coming out from underneath it. Her curiosity piqued and she decided to go look at it.

Her pace quickened, as did her heartbeat. She felt like she shouldn't be walking down the hallway at all. But she also felt like she had to go see what was behind that door. Tracy suddenly had that feeling that she was being followed. She turned around and looked behind her, but she didn't see anyone.

"Hmm…guess it's just my imagination."

She continued walking towards the door. The walk felt like it was getting longer and longer and she was never going to get to that door. She walked a little faster to the point where she was almost jogging, but not quite.

Tracy got to the door and put her hand on the knob. She suddenly pulled her hand back because it felt extremely hot. The knob suddenly turned a bright red-orange and began to glow, as if it was on fire. She shook her head and it was glowing no longer.

"That's strange." She thought.

She put her hand on the knob but didn't feel the heat this time. She slowly opened the door and found the room dark.

"Weird, I thought there was a light on in here."

Suddenly a light turned on.

"Than…w-w-who's that?"

"No one. Get out."

"B-b-but I d-d-don't know how…," she said trembling. Tracy could feel her knees knocking together.

"Than I'll force you out," said the voice.

Tracy gulped, and turned to go out, but the door was shut and locked tight.

"I told you to get out!"

"But I can't." Tracy said with more strength in her voice.

Tracy suddenly felt a hot breath on her neck. She turned around and saw a shadowy figure that made her feel like she was glued to the floor.

"W-w-who are y-y-you?"

The figure said nothing, it just floated there.

Tracy stood there facing it. She felt the need to run but she couldn't.

"Why can't I move?"

"Because I need you here."

"Why?"

"Because I need to eat."

"Eat?"

"Yes eat. I feed on human flesh. And I am VERY hungry right now."

Tracy felt her pulse increase and sweat beads form across her forehead. She needed to run, but she couldn't.

"Mmmm! So hungry!"

The voice sounded like it was ravishing.

Tracy suddenly found the strength in her legs and started to run like she never ran before. The door flew open when she came to it. She ran and ran down the hallway. The one thing she didn't count on happening was tripping on the rug. She was almost to the door at the end of the hallway so she could leave this place when she tripped and fell on her face.

"BLOOD! I SMELL BLOOD" raged the voice.

Tracy felt blood trickle down her chin and she knew she had bit into her lip.

The figure descended down upon her.

"FEAST! I MUST FEAST!"

Tracy screamed as she felt her body go into blackness and the figure beginning to eat her.

She suddenly heard a voice

"Mrs. Turnblad! Mrs. Turnblad!"

Tracy awoke with a start and looked around. She found that she had fallen on the floor and was covered with sweat. Apparently, her dream had caused her to fall out of her seat and onto the floor into a hysterical fit.

"What's going on?"

"Did you fall asleep again in my class?"

She heard the rest of the class giggle silently and she felt her face redden.

"Yes sir."

Mr. Flack wrote on a slip of paper and handed it to her and said "Detention Mrs. Turnblad."

She sighed and got up and gathered her books and left to go to detention. Her dream made her feel scared, but of course, she knew that dreams weren't real, and after all, there wasn't really anything to be afraid of.