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Chapter Four: Dreams and Journals

Ever since that night they went upstairs, the dreams had been coming. Katie didn't know if she was the only one, if the dreams meant anything, or even if she really was dreaming them. But she did know that she did not like them. At all.

As she lay awake in bed, not for the first time in a while, she thought. Only this time not about Freddy. Not about the band. About the dreams. More than anything, she wanted to figure out what was going on around 13 Old Street. Something inside her was screaming that the dreams were a key. Not the key, but a key. One of many keys that would help unlock the secrets of all the doors on the floors of 13 Old Street.

Only, the dreams were like shadows. Always there, but never thought of until you looked down and saw it. Only, when she looked down, Katie saw nothing. Nothing was connecting the dreams to reality. No key just yet.

The score was 0, 3 (the pictures, the upstairs, and the missing year at the least) and the house, and its mysterious history, were winning.

"Think..." she whispered staring at the ceiling. Just run through the dreams in your head... again... She told herself. Katie tried to recall everything she could...

There was a girl, and Katie could never see her face. And there was a guy, also face-averting. Actually, none of the people in her dreams had faces. Well- they did. Katie just never could see, or at least interpret, them. Back to the dream... there were a girl in a guy. Actually, a few girls and a few guys. But it always focused in on this one girl. She really liked this one guy. And there was a house. Sort of a house. Ish. And heat. Lots of hot, hot heat. Really, really hot at the house-ish. A big, gray cloud moving over the house. Or moving away from the house. And the sensation of being helplessly lost. And then, before she woke up, she would always hear Dewey's voice saying "Let's get rocking!" Or some other manic quote of his. And that was the only thing she really remembered clearly. Everything else was fuzz.

Okay. So running through it hadn't really helped. I mean- some things were obvious. The house was 13 Old Street. Duh. And a group of teens. Hello... sound familiar? And Dewey's voice.

But that still didn't explain the no-faces thing, the heat, feeling lost, and the cloud. And that same voice inside her that told her this was the key, was saying that these were the things that mattered most.

But they weren't the only thing. The journal... none of them had read it. Summer had taken it home after the library- so they could all look at it tomorrow. But what Katie felt she needed, needed to do now was to

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"LOOK AT THE JOURNAL!!!!!!!"

Summer awoke with a start, breathing heavily. That confusing dream again. ARGH! It made no sense! But what was more confusing was why she had woken up. Instead of the usual Dewey-quote at the end, there had been somebody else voice. Familiar, yet not... it was like she should know who was ordering her to look at the journal... yet she couldn't think of who it was- no matter how hard she tried. The voice seemed as though it had wanted to read the journal itself more than it wanted Summer to, but of course. Summer had the book. But whose voice was it?

"Why don't I know?!" She asked herself desperately, as she climbed out of her bed over to her neatly-organized desk, where the leather-bound journal sat. Open it...She told herself almost on instinct as she picked it up carefully, palms sweating as she turned on the light and sat on her bed.

Summer undid the red leather strap and holding her breath, opened the yellowed pages...

Dear Journal, March 19, 1885

I can hardly believe that Jordan of all people would buy me this book for my birthday!! Okay, so my birthday was last week. But he hasn't given me a birthday present since we were about nine. I personally think it's because I have just turned seventeen. Soon we will all be leaving our studies and starting our on lives.

This year has not that been fruitful in studies anyway, since the Trenton Academy Preparatory School closed down last year. All of us who used to attend there now go to Joseph Wood Public School, me and my friends for our last year. Without Mr. Trellin to teach us, learning just isn't as fun anymore.

I do not know what will happen after graduation. I suppose a few might head off to the state college. But most of us will probably stay here in Trenton, New Jersey. I don't know what I'll do for a living.

I'd like to get a job, or at least until I find a "suitable husband" as mother says. But a job in what... I do not know. I could work at the diner where Camilla, Sally, and Becka sing on Friday nights. But I'm not that well at waitressing or cooking. I could... write, draw, sew, be a maid, florist, or...

I don't even want to think of this any more. I'll deal with post-graduation after graduation in June. At least I'm not the only one who feels this way. Jordan and Will are at least two of my closest friends who do not know what they hope to become, unlike April who is sure to go off and study at the college.

Well, the lamp is beginning to die out, so I'll go to sleep until tomorrow. Good night, book!

Lots of Love,

Victoria Winsfield

Dear Journal, March 20, 1885

OOH!!! I cannot stand Jordan! I cannot believe... How could he?! What an incomparable idiot!! He actually proposed to that horrible girl he's been courting, Harriet!!! Proposed!!!!

Jordan's always been what you can call a lady's man, but I never thought he'd propose!!!! Especially to that wench...

She's horrible! He can find much better than her to propose to! I wish I could destroy this book and give it back to him just to show how much I loathe him! "Thank you for the birthday present, Jordan! Especially thanks that you gave it to me right before you proposed to HARRIET!"

How could he do this? I hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him! And I don't care if April thinks hate is a harsh word! It doesn't describe half of how I feel towards him!

And she actually just thinks that I'm just jealous! Jealous?! Ha! What a laughable concept! No matter what she says, I would never be jealous of Harriet. I would never want to marry someone such a horrible, careless, inconsiderate dunce like him!

Victoria

Dear Journal, March 25, 1885

If I hear one more detail from Harriet or Jordan about their wedding after graduation I will kill someone!! ...Preferably one of those two.

Now that they're engaged, Harriet has been tagging along with our group of friends everywhere. Including Mr. Trellin's large building- which is part his house, part his turning into an art center, and part a place where we just like to go to meet or spend time for anything.

It's been 5 days since their engagement took place- you'd think they'd stop rambling about it by now! As long as Harriet's with Jordan, that's all he'll talk about! So that's basically every hour of every day. I won't be able to stand 3 more months of this!

Julianna and Morgan aren't helping it the least bit either! They keep on asking more and more about the wedding and all of its ingredients. Jacob, Thomas, Benjamen, Will, Caleb, Robert, Samuel, April, Camilla, Sally, Becka, and Mr. Trellin all feel the same. Mr. Trellin is thinking about not letting the "Jabbering Four" into his building- he'll just lock them out and we'll pretend we're not present.

I hope he keeps at least Jordan and Harriet locked out for good.

Victoria

"This sounds too similar..." Summer said aloud, to no one in particular(or perhaps to the voice that had ordered her to read it in the first place), closing the book for then. "Way too similar."

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