I sighed as I walked into the kitchen. I took the eggnog out of the plastic bag but it in the fridge. I open one of the cabinets under the counter and put the bag and receipt into the garbage. I turn around to suddenly see Mom and Uncle James standing. I jumped and gasped.

"You guys scared the crap out of me..." They just looked at me. "Are you guys ok?"

They seemed to break out of their weird little trance like thing. Mom and Uncle James smiled at me.

"We're sorry, honey. We didn't mean to scare you."

"How was your trip to the store? Did something happen?" Uncle James asked. I looked back and forth between Mom and him. I was starting to get a weird vibe from them.

"The trip was ok." I said. "Expect for the part where I almost slipped on the ice."

"Did you get hurt, Lys?" Uncle James asked.

"No. That's why I said I almost slipped." I explained slowly to them. This was just getting weird so I changed the subject. I looked at Mom and pulled the change out of my pocket.

"Here is the change, Mom," I said as I handed it to her.

"Oh thank you." She put the money into her pocket without counting it. Now I knew something weird was going on. She always counted the change back. Not to see if I stole any, just to see how much was left. I looked at back of them again. They just smiled back, in a rather unsettling manner.

"Ummm… Ok… I'm gonna go… take a nap," I said, awkwardly, slipping between them. I pointed upstairs. "Up in my room..." Then I turned and calmly left the kitchen. When I was out of sight, I rushed up the stairs and ran to my room. I leaned against the door and slid down so that I was sitting.

They never acted like that. They were never overbearing. Did they know I was hallucinating, that I might be crazy or schizophrenic? I rub my hands over my temple and them smoothing down my wind-blown hair. I leaned my back head against the door. I took a deep breath to try and calm my nerves. It was highly ineffective.

"I need a nap… or alcohol." I have never one to drink but god damn it. I need it.

I looked over at the digital clock. It read 1:13. Jesus… I was gone for over an hour. That might explained why they were acting so weird. Normally a 30ish minute walk there and back took double the usual time. Maybe my schizophrenia had something to do with it. No! I banished that word from my mind.

I quickly got up. That's it! I'm gonna go to sleep. I walked over to the bed and climbed under the covers. I'm going to chalk everything up to a horrible dream. This Jack person is nothing more to a dream. I closed my eyes and felt myself drift off to sleep.

I was in a black room. The room was completely silent. To my horrible, I saw the same single white door at the far side of the room. It was the only thing I could see. I collapsed into the fetal position and quickly clapped my hands over my ears.

"No. No. No. No," I said quickly. I started to rock back and forth a little. My breathing became shallower and faster. "It's just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream."

I chanted it over and over again. After what seem hours, I finally calmed down. I knew from every time I've had this dream, that it was impossible for me to wake up into I opened the door. What will it be this time?

I slowly worked up my courage and walked over to the door. I took a deep breath and then crept my hand closer to the silver knob. The knob was so cold that it burned my hand. I quickly pulled my hand back and held it against my chest. I looked down and the center of my palm started to turn a blue-ish color. The blue then spread to my fingers. I could only barely feel any part of my hand. The blue started to creep up my wrist as the center of my palm started turning black. Where ever the black touched, turned so cold. It hurt and then went completely numb.

I poked the center of my palm with the finger of my opposite hand. I felt nothing. It was cold but nothing else. Suddenly the blue started to move up my finger, covering my hand and then turning black. I panicked but there was nothing I can do. My feet were rooted in place. All I could do as was watch as the black and blue crawled up my arms. The more of my body it covered, the faster it moved. When it hit my chest, it felt the most intense cold I had ever felt. I screamed as loud as I could but no sound came out. I felt it crawled down my legs and up my neck. Only a few seconds after I made the mistakes of touching the knob, I was completely covered, head to toe, in the blackness. I was numb to everything. I couldn't feel the floor under my feet or the weight of my clothing, just never ending coldness. I was as cold as death. There was nothing to hear or see anything, except the mocking white door. I couldn't even think. This was hell. Tears slid down my face. Even though I couldn't feel them, I knew they were there.

Suddenly I shot up in bed. I was hyperventilating and I felt hot tears on my face. I slowly felt the cold leave my body and be replaced by the warmth of my quilt. I quickly grabbed the snowflake quilt and cuddled it to my chest. I looked around a saw the white walls of my room. I looked down and saw my normal pale color hands. I was never so happy to see my pale color. My breathing slowly became normal. I threw the covers off of me. I was shivered from the cold air surrounding me. I looked and saw the window was open. I chuckled drily as I wiped away my tears and walked over and shut the window. Winter air. Giving me nightmares and shit.

I turned my back to the window and stretch my back and arms. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 4:34. Awesome. Three hour naps are the best naps ever. I started to walk towards my closed door as I rubbed the back of my neck. I stopped right in front of it. I looked at the silver knob. I felt my breathing start to quicken a little. I took my hand and when to touch it. As soon as the knob touched the flesh of my fingers, I jerked my hand back as fast as possible. When I realized the knob wasn't cold, I touched the knob for only a few seconds longer before pulling it back. I took a deep breath and shook my head. Get a hold of yourself. It was a dream. Just a terrifyingly, painful dream.

I quickly grabbed the door knob, twisted it, and threw open the door. See? Everything's cool. I walked out of the door and just as I went to turn to the stairwell, I saw a shadow shoot under my bed. I turn quickly and held my breath. After a few seconds, I realized it must have been my imagination. My brain just overreacting because of the nightmare. I turned and walked down the stairs. Then, I could have sworn I heard a faint dark laughter from my room. I stopped walking and if I heard known any better, I could have said my heart stopped as well. I didn't hear anything and so the rational side of my brain just wrote it off as creak of the stairs. I took a deep breath and continued down the stairs.

"God, at this rate, I might just try to become an alcoholic…" I muttered to myself.

Holy shit! There have been over 600 views to my story. Seriously, that is freaking awesome. You are all great! I know the last chapter seem a little childish/weird but I wanted that to last completely light hearted chapter, well at least for a while anyway. Shit is going to go to hell in a hand basket pretty soon here.

I know this chapter is pretty dark compared to the last ones. Well it might have something to do with the fact I have been watching Mr. Creepypasta for like the last 2 hours. Also I spend half of yesterday watching every single DBZ Abrigded episode posted. Thats like 7 hours of YouTube videos. So there is a great chance that the next chapters will include quotes or references to/from it.

I would like to apologize about the alcoholic comment. I don't want anyone to be offended, whether you are suffering or know someone who is. I apologize.

I do not own ROTG. Only Lys.