*Beau's POV*

Brittany's nightmare had left me in shock. Something about a burnt man with blades as fingers, a red and green sweater, and a hat. This left me in serious questioning.

I shook my head as I headed downstairs to see my parents in the living room, deep in conversation. I felt intensely conflicted for two reasons. I didn't want to disturb them from their conversation but at the same time, it was urgent that I needed to tell them.

I then decided to hold back, letting them talk until they looked like they were finished. I made sure that I kept as quiet as possible when I heard their conversation.

"Springwood definitely seems nice, Elliot. A bit more quiet."

"What about the kids, Darla?"

"I've already got them enrolled in Springwood High School. You know, I always plan these types of things behind."

"I think the kids will like it here and they'll like the school, that's for sure."

I suddenly heard quiet footsteps sounding like they were coming down. Startled, I turned back to see Brittany who looked wide awake, cocking her head curiously.

"Dude, what happened?" she asked. "You jumped or something."

"I thought it was a ghost," I replied, trying to sound convincing.

Brittany just smirked.

"You scared of me coming down the stairs all the sudden?" she teased, giggling quietly.

"Shut up," I said but I couldn't hold myself from laughing.

I eventually calmed down when I realized something.

"I thought you were asleep," I hissed.

"I was only pretending to be so that Mom and Dad wouldn't think that you're crazy when you haven't even had this happen to you yet," she replied.

I nodded, understanding everything that she said and to be honest, I didn't blame her. We became silent again, wondering if Mom and Dad were still talking to each other.

They weren't. Instead, Mom looked up to see us at the stairs.

"Oh, hi," she said with a smile on her face. "Anything up?"

"Some creepy ass dream," Brittany replied, shuddering. "It was a man that was pretty burnt up and scarred. He has a red and green striped sweater, a hat, and the most unsettling thing about him was that he has blades on his glove. It's not like Wolverine or anything like that. And... it's like the dream is real or something. He gave me a cut. Beau had to patch me up earlier because of it."

Mom just looked down, deep in thought for a moment.

She then looked back up at Brittany, eyes wide with concern.

"This is startling," she said.

Dad looked up too, looking equally as concerned as Mom. At that moment, I was positive that he was going to say something about what Brittany had said about her dream.