Chapter 5
Black and White
'It's all there in black and white if you just look for it.'
She opened her eyes, hearing a voice whisper the words, however when she looked there was no one around. She was in a damp basement; it was large with tall shelves. The shelved were covered with old papers and dusty volumes of reference books.
"It's all there in black and white if you just look for it." A voice whispered.
"Yeah, and if you build it they will come," she said jokingly while trying to find the voice. The voice was that of a young girl, it seemed familiar but she couldn't place it. It wasn't Andrea's; the person she knew had said it to her earlier.
"NO!" the voice screamed in frustration. "Look for it!"
Melissa jumped as the voice screamed. "Who is this?" She asked it. "Who are you?"
The books around her began to toss off and hit her. She ran down the hall of shelves, their books hitting her as she ran. "Stop it!" she screamed, but they kept hitting her. She stopped, the books no longer pelting her. Then when she looked back down the hall from where she had run she saw the far shelf topple over, then the next and the next. Each self was falling down and they were coming down to her. She didn't stop to think, but ran, the shelves falling faster behind her.
The shelves in front of her seemed not to end and the shelved behind her kept crashing, if she stopped she would get buried in them. She had to appease who ever was after her. "Okay!" she yelled, "I'll look!" then the floor fell from beneath her. She looked around her screaming, her surroundings where black, no walls of floor, just empty space she was falling into. From above her she could see the hole she fell through, and the shelved covering it, books and broken wood falling in the hole after her, no light, only falling. "No!" she screamed. "Stop!"
The light was gone, only blackness surrounded her.
She woke up.
It was morning but she felt she had not slept an hour. Her sheets were strung over the bed and fell in the floor. Her night cloths were sticking to her, and her nerves were shot. Her head felt as though it were spinning, and her stomach churned inside her. She could still hear the voice echoing from her nightmare. "It all there in black and white, if you just look for it."
She got out of bed quickly and ran to the bathroom, the nausea overwhelming. She flushed the toilet after the last wave of nausea and limply pulled herself to the sink, running water in a cup and washing out her mouth. She looked up and saw her reflection. Her hair was a mess, but her eyes were what concerned her. In the last few nights of even being in this town she had not slept a night through peacefully. Her eyes had dark circles under them, and they were very watery and tired. 'Just wash up. That's all you need is a little water.' She washed off her tired face and brushed her hair. She pealed off her night clothes and tossed them in a hamper. She then climbed in to the shower and rinsed off her body.
A few minutes she emerged from the shower wrapped in her robe and sat down at her computer, and documented her nightmare as best she could remember. As she did she could feel the chills and fear as she drifted in the darkness. She typed quickly and turned off her monitor. Her bedside clock told her she needed to hurry to get to school on time. She dressed in a tee shirt and jeans and grabbed her pack from her bed. She had forgotten to copy the noted from the night before and cursed to herself as she walked down the stairs.
When she reached the bottom step she realized she was alone. The house was empty and from the looks of the place it had not been entered all night. She walked over to the answering machine and the message light blinked. She pressed the button and the tape rewound. "One new message" the machine spoke. "Message one, received 10:32pm Monday October 10th" Melissa listened.
"Melissa, honey,' the voice said. "Its mommy, I just wanted you to know I will be staying here at the hospital tonight. I take it you have already gone to bed; I hope you ate something, if not you get something before you leave for school. I'll be home tomorrow afternoon and you can tell me how school is. But for now you have my number, just call the hospital if you need anything. Bye sweetie"
Melissa pressed the erase button and scampered off to the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the counter and a couple of dollars from the cookie jar and headed out the back door. Her watch told her that she had to hurry today, so she put her pack on the back of her bike and pushed it down the driveway of the garage. She pedaled quickly down the street.
She when she got to the school she parked her bike and locked it to the post outside before heading in to the building. She was almost to her home room class when a wave of nausea hit her again. She stopped and held her stomach. She reached for the door handle but fell to her knees. Her body felt cold and sweaty, almost the same as she felt when she woke up. Suddenly the door handle turned and Melissa looked up. Andrea stood over her. She stepped out of class quickly and shut the door. Carefully she helps Melissa stand.
"are you okay?" she asked.
"no," She said exhausted.
Andrea helped her to a near by bathroom and into a stale for Melissa to relieve herself.
"I'm tired of this." said Melissa still bent over the toilet.
"Nightmare?" Andrea asked.
"No, shit." said Melissa.
"I told you."
"You didn't tell me I would be sick."
"Well," said Andrea, "I don't get sick, was it something in your dream?"
"I don't remember." She said walking out of the stall. Her eyes were bloodshot and tired. She went to the sink and washed her face and turned back to Andrea. "Please, if you know anything tell me."
"There is nothing I can say, I've never seen this before."
"It's a bunch of bull, is what it is." She said exasperated. "I've had nightmares that make no since, daydreams that give me headaches, and if I weren't a virgin I would think I was pregnant with this morning sickness." Andrea looked at her concerned.
"What did you dream?"
She fought back her frustrations and thought. "It's all there in black and white, if you just look for it." she repeated.
"Yeah, I told you that."
"No, that is what the dream said, before it plunged me in to the dark abyss of nothingness!" Andrea stopped and looked at her shocked.
"Someone is trying to tell you something."
"Yeah, I should go home, my real home and get out of this town."
"No really, why did you move to Springwood?" she asked.
"My mom." she said. "Why?"
"What does your mom do?"
"She's a shrink, I told you that."
"What kind?"
"I don't know, she never tells me. She isn't supposed to."
Andrea nodded.
"Well I think you should find out, it may help figure out why the nightmares you are having are saying what they are."
"I can't do that, this is all just a planted delusion brought on by lack of sleep and your paranoia."
"Really? Do you honestly believe that?"
"No, I don't because I've dreamed of this Krueger guy before you ever told me about him."
Andrea paled. "You've seen him?"
"No." she confessed. "I haven't seen him, just heard of him I guess."
"Well that is more then I have." She said. "I told you, we haven't seen him, just been lost." Melissa looked up.
"You mean you haven't been in the boiler?" Andrea paled more and shook her head. "Or bloody rooms, halls, the hospital or even this school?" again she shook her head. "Then why have I?"
"I don't know." She confessed. "But perhaps I can help."
"How?"
"I'll introduce you to the rest of us." Melissa looked puzzled. "To the Nightmare Society."
Black and White
'It's all there in black and white if you just look for it.'
She opened her eyes, hearing a voice whisper the words, however when she looked there was no one around. She was in a damp basement; it was large with tall shelves. The shelved were covered with old papers and dusty volumes of reference books.
"It's all there in black and white if you just look for it." A voice whispered.
"Yeah, and if you build it they will come," she said jokingly while trying to find the voice. The voice was that of a young girl, it seemed familiar but she couldn't place it. It wasn't Andrea's; the person she knew had said it to her earlier.
"NO!" the voice screamed in frustration. "Look for it!"
Melissa jumped as the voice screamed. "Who is this?" She asked it. "Who are you?"
The books around her began to toss off and hit her. She ran down the hall of shelves, their books hitting her as she ran. "Stop it!" she screamed, but they kept hitting her. She stopped, the books no longer pelting her. Then when she looked back down the hall from where she had run she saw the far shelf topple over, then the next and the next. Each self was falling down and they were coming down to her. She didn't stop to think, but ran, the shelves falling faster behind her.
The shelves in front of her seemed not to end and the shelved behind her kept crashing, if she stopped she would get buried in them. She had to appease who ever was after her. "Okay!" she yelled, "I'll look!" then the floor fell from beneath her. She looked around her screaming, her surroundings where black, no walls of floor, just empty space she was falling into. From above her she could see the hole she fell through, and the shelved covering it, books and broken wood falling in the hole after her, no light, only falling. "No!" she screamed. "Stop!"
The light was gone, only blackness surrounded her.
She woke up.
It was morning but she felt she had not slept an hour. Her sheets were strung over the bed and fell in the floor. Her night cloths were sticking to her, and her nerves were shot. Her head felt as though it were spinning, and her stomach churned inside her. She could still hear the voice echoing from her nightmare. "It all there in black and white, if you just look for it."
She got out of bed quickly and ran to the bathroom, the nausea overwhelming. She flushed the toilet after the last wave of nausea and limply pulled herself to the sink, running water in a cup and washing out her mouth. She looked up and saw her reflection. Her hair was a mess, but her eyes were what concerned her. In the last few nights of even being in this town she had not slept a night through peacefully. Her eyes had dark circles under them, and they were very watery and tired. 'Just wash up. That's all you need is a little water.' She washed off her tired face and brushed her hair. She pealed off her night clothes and tossed them in a hamper. She then climbed in to the shower and rinsed off her body.
A few minutes she emerged from the shower wrapped in her robe and sat down at her computer, and documented her nightmare as best she could remember. As she did she could feel the chills and fear as she drifted in the darkness. She typed quickly and turned off her monitor. Her bedside clock told her she needed to hurry to get to school on time. She dressed in a tee shirt and jeans and grabbed her pack from her bed. She had forgotten to copy the noted from the night before and cursed to herself as she walked down the stairs.
When she reached the bottom step she realized she was alone. The house was empty and from the looks of the place it had not been entered all night. She walked over to the answering machine and the message light blinked. She pressed the button and the tape rewound. "One new message" the machine spoke. "Message one, received 10:32pm Monday October 10th" Melissa listened.
"Melissa, honey,' the voice said. "Its mommy, I just wanted you to know I will be staying here at the hospital tonight. I take it you have already gone to bed; I hope you ate something, if not you get something before you leave for school. I'll be home tomorrow afternoon and you can tell me how school is. But for now you have my number, just call the hospital if you need anything. Bye sweetie"
Melissa pressed the erase button and scampered off to the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the counter and a couple of dollars from the cookie jar and headed out the back door. Her watch told her that she had to hurry today, so she put her pack on the back of her bike and pushed it down the driveway of the garage. She pedaled quickly down the street.
She when she got to the school she parked her bike and locked it to the post outside before heading in to the building. She was almost to her home room class when a wave of nausea hit her again. She stopped and held her stomach. She reached for the door handle but fell to her knees. Her body felt cold and sweaty, almost the same as she felt when she woke up. Suddenly the door handle turned and Melissa looked up. Andrea stood over her. She stepped out of class quickly and shut the door. Carefully she helps Melissa stand.
"are you okay?" she asked.
"no," She said exhausted.
Andrea helped her to a near by bathroom and into a stale for Melissa to relieve herself.
"I'm tired of this." said Melissa still bent over the toilet.
"Nightmare?" Andrea asked.
"No, shit." said Melissa.
"I told you."
"You didn't tell me I would be sick."
"Well," said Andrea, "I don't get sick, was it something in your dream?"
"I don't remember." She said walking out of the stall. Her eyes were bloodshot and tired. She went to the sink and washed her face and turned back to Andrea. "Please, if you know anything tell me."
"There is nothing I can say, I've never seen this before."
"It's a bunch of bull, is what it is." She said exasperated. "I've had nightmares that make no since, daydreams that give me headaches, and if I weren't a virgin I would think I was pregnant with this morning sickness." Andrea looked at her concerned.
"What did you dream?"
She fought back her frustrations and thought. "It's all there in black and white, if you just look for it." she repeated.
"Yeah, I told you that."
"No, that is what the dream said, before it plunged me in to the dark abyss of nothingness!" Andrea stopped and looked at her shocked.
"Someone is trying to tell you something."
"Yeah, I should go home, my real home and get out of this town."
"No really, why did you move to Springwood?" she asked.
"My mom." she said. "Why?"
"What does your mom do?"
"She's a shrink, I told you that."
"What kind?"
"I don't know, she never tells me. She isn't supposed to."
Andrea nodded.
"Well I think you should find out, it may help figure out why the nightmares you are having are saying what they are."
"I can't do that, this is all just a planted delusion brought on by lack of sleep and your paranoia."
"Really? Do you honestly believe that?"
"No, I don't because I've dreamed of this Krueger guy before you ever told me about him."
Andrea paled. "You've seen him?"
"No." she confessed. "I haven't seen him, just heard of him I guess."
"Well that is more then I have." She said. "I told you, we haven't seen him, just been lost." Melissa looked up.
"You mean you haven't been in the boiler?" Andrea paled more and shook her head. "Or bloody rooms, halls, the hospital or even this school?" again she shook her head. "Then why have I?"
"I don't know." She confessed. "But perhaps I can help."
"How?"
"I'll introduce you to the rest of us." Melissa looked puzzled. "To the Nightmare Society."
