I stumble out of the room, beads of sweat glistening on my forehead. Dizziness overwhelms me as I gaze across the dark living room, silent, as everyone is asleep.
What just happened?
Having visions of a young girl being rushed into an ambulance, a girl with white milky eyes, at that, is not normal.
"Katie? Annabeth?" I whisper, my soft voice echoing through the room. I hear a door discreetly close, and a silhouette appeared in the darkness. I can't tell who it is.
"You're breaking the rules, Thalia." The figure says Its voice sounds like hundreds of people speaking at once. I trip backwards, cutting my hip on a coffee table. The figure begins to walk towards me, and I attempt to get away, only to find myself cornered by the front door.
I twist the brass door knob, but it's not budging. Out of my pocket, I grab a shining silver key and enter it into the lock.
Nothing.
And that is the key to the house.
I turn back towards the figure, but it is no longer there. Thinking it was a nightmare, I run back to my bedroom, crawl under black covers spotted with stars, and drift into oblivion.
Hours later, I wake up, the sun peeking through the blinds in the window. My eyes squint in an attempt the sunlight, but to no avail. I practically throw the covers across the bedroom, and I struggle to stretch and yawn.
The smell of maple sausage and buttered pancakes wafts through my nose. I sniff the incense, savoring the sweet scent. I notice Travis standing by the stove, flipping pancakes the size of my face.
"Travis! I didn't know you cooked." I marvel, whipping my short black hair.
"Why, hello to you too." He replies , a smirk on his face.
"Hello." I sigh, then plop down on the couch.
"Something wrong?" Travis inquires, his eyebrow raised. He puts his attention on me instead of the stove.
"I just had a nightmare last night."
"Funny. So did I. And Katie too." I see a plume of smoke coming from the stove.
"Um…. Travis?" My hands become clammy.
"Yes?" He whips around to find the pancakes and sausage on fire. Quickly, he grabs the dish towel and waves it in a frantic. Finally, I can not see the smoke. "Hockey pucks, anyone?" Travis holds up a scolding hot, black, and charred pancake in his hand. Ashes shed onto his hand. Suddenly, he drops the pancake. It lands on the tile floor with a thud.
"Ouch! It randomly got hot and burned me!" Travis complains, rubbing his welted hand.
"It's OK. Run it under cold water in the sink." I walk Travis over to the sink, and I gently dab his now crimson hand with a cool, wet rag. I hear footsteps coming, and Annabeth strides into the kitchen. She looks terrified out of her mind.
"I can't open the front door. Even with my key." She says. I feel each word sinking in, like I'm a sponge.
This is bad.
This means that my nightmare has come to life.
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