Hey, thanks to everyone who reviewed!!! Okay, here's the first chapter. (sorry it's so short)
words in 'these' means a thought, words in "these" means the person is talking.
Chapter One
Jenny jumped up in her seat, and realized she was on her schoolbus, headed for an art museum somewhere across town. Her friend, Eliza, was sitting next to her, wide-eyed and concerned. "Jen, are you okay?? You yelled in your sleep...you're shaking!!" Eliza gently placed her hand on Jenny's shouldar, trying to calm her. Indeed, Jenny's entire body was trembling violently, and her skin felt cold and clammy. "It was just a dream..." her friend soothed.
Jenny winced. Her ear hurt a little. 'Dream'...........the word sounded strange to her.
'Eliza is right, though. It had to be a dream. There is no other explanation, no matter how real it felt. Besides, I've had realistic nightmares before....alot of them in the past few days....it's nothing new,' Jenny tried to calm herself. Slowly, she began to relax against the seat of the bus, and didn't think about it for the rest of the day.
As she began her rountine walk home from school, a flashback of the nightmare suddenly invaded her mind. Jenny stopped dead in her tracks. Furious, evil eyes; open mouth with horrifying fangs, screaming menacingly.....and a great, clawed hand holding a gleaming knife over her head. She gasped and desperately thrust the image from her mind. She began to jog back to the old mansion that was her home. 'I must tell Grandfather about this. This is just too much.'
Jenny's grandfather was a Literature and Foriegn Language proffessor at the local university. He was highly intelligent and well-educated. He always encouraged his students, and Jenny, to read. Jenny was a busy girl, however, and had little time for books. This was probably the only major difference between her and her grandfather. He was the most loving, understanding person she knew.
When her parents died in a car accident four years ago, he had taken her in, being a kind-hearted and lonely man. The only family they had was each other, and they grew to love and depend on one another.
"I'm home!" Jenny's voice echoed throughout the interior of the old building. After a second's pause with no reply, Jenny began looking through the many large rooms and scattered hallways for some sign of the old man, calling, "Grandfather! Grandfather?!" She was about to burst into tears when she turned a corner and fell into his arms, breathing heavily in relief.
"My Dear, whatever is the matter?" he asked, concerned. She stepped back from him, trying to compose herself. "I don't know what came over me...I guess I just got scared," she went on to explain about her recurring nightmares, and particularily in that day. Worry filled his eyes. He prayed that his suspicioun was not correct. There was only one way to find out.
"You say in the dream, one of the arrows just barely scratched your ear?"
"Yes..."
"Turn your head." Her grandfather gently pulled back her thick, brown hair as she did so. Her ear was sliced on the outermost edge, and there was dried blood surrounding the wound. The old man shook his head slowly and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. 'That was no dream...'
words in 'these' means a thought, words in "these" means the person is talking.
Chapter One
Jenny jumped up in her seat, and realized she was on her schoolbus, headed for an art museum somewhere across town. Her friend, Eliza, was sitting next to her, wide-eyed and concerned. "Jen, are you okay?? You yelled in your sleep...you're shaking!!" Eliza gently placed her hand on Jenny's shouldar, trying to calm her. Indeed, Jenny's entire body was trembling violently, and her skin felt cold and clammy. "It was just a dream..." her friend soothed.
Jenny winced. Her ear hurt a little. 'Dream'...........the word sounded strange to her.
'Eliza is right, though. It had to be a dream. There is no other explanation, no matter how real it felt. Besides, I've had realistic nightmares before....alot of them in the past few days....it's nothing new,' Jenny tried to calm herself. Slowly, she began to relax against the seat of the bus, and didn't think about it for the rest of the day.
As she began her rountine walk home from school, a flashback of the nightmare suddenly invaded her mind. Jenny stopped dead in her tracks. Furious, evil eyes; open mouth with horrifying fangs, screaming menacingly.....and a great, clawed hand holding a gleaming knife over her head. She gasped and desperately thrust the image from her mind. She began to jog back to the old mansion that was her home. 'I must tell Grandfather about this. This is just too much.'
Jenny's grandfather was a Literature and Foriegn Language proffessor at the local university. He was highly intelligent and well-educated. He always encouraged his students, and Jenny, to read. Jenny was a busy girl, however, and had little time for books. This was probably the only major difference between her and her grandfather. He was the most loving, understanding person she knew.
When her parents died in a car accident four years ago, he had taken her in, being a kind-hearted and lonely man. The only family they had was each other, and they grew to love and depend on one another.
"I'm home!" Jenny's voice echoed throughout the interior of the old building. After a second's pause with no reply, Jenny began looking through the many large rooms and scattered hallways for some sign of the old man, calling, "Grandfather! Grandfather?!" She was about to burst into tears when she turned a corner and fell into his arms, breathing heavily in relief.
"My Dear, whatever is the matter?" he asked, concerned. She stepped back from him, trying to compose herself. "I don't know what came over me...I guess I just got scared," she went on to explain about her recurring nightmares, and particularily in that day. Worry filled his eyes. He prayed that his suspicioun was not correct. There was only one way to find out.
"You say in the dream, one of the arrows just barely scratched your ear?"
"Yes..."
"Turn your head." Her grandfather gently pulled back her thick, brown hair as she did so. Her ear was sliced on the outermost edge, and there was dried blood surrounding the wound. The old man shook his head slowly and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. 'That was no dream...'
