CHAPTER 4:
Halliwell Manor, Tuesday evening
That night P.J. had one of her terrifying dreams again, she hadn't had those ever since she knew she was a witch and her powers had developed. Back then she thought they announced her powers were coming, she didn't know those dreams would return. Even though she was a horror freak and the scariest movie couldn't get to her, these dreams sure did.At firstthey didn't, but she knew now that these dreams could become reality, that the monsters she saw were actually out there, for real.
Moaning she turned around and her vision became more clear, so she could actually see what the screaming and crying she heard was about. She was walking down an endless looking dark path in the middle of the city. Houses flashing by her, but no people anywhere insight. She stared at the light grey colour of the path she was walking on, she had to walk straight ahead, there was no way back and no side-paths. Suddenly she heard the screaming came from in front of her. It was like someone pulled her to it because all of a sudden she was there, watching all of it happen.
Demons walking towards a small group ofterrified people. She couldn't see the faces of the people but by the shapes of them she could figure out it was a man a woman and two children. The demons that surrounded themall looked different, but all ugly and scaring in their own way. They were taunting the people and attacking them with all kinds of things. Arrows, knives and one of them used his claw. He ripped open the chest of the man and blood fell all over the place, quickly covering the floor.
P.J. repressed a scream as she saw the same happening to the woman and kids. She squeezed her eyes really tight, she didn't want to see it, none of it. But the picture of the dead people was framed in her head. It accompanied the pictures of all the other people she saw dying in her dreams. 'This is not real, this is not real', she kept thinking, even though she knew deep inside it could be real. It could have happened before, happening right now or it could be something that was about to happen in the (near) future.
She wanted to wake up, but couldn't, she was stuck in her dream and she saw no way out. She kept her eyes closed and sank on her knees. Vague images of what she had just seen kept flashing through her head. All very blurry because she tried to push them away, but she remembered so well what the scenes were like she didn't need clear images. She didn't want to remember, she pushed the thoughts aside, trying to think of other things.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she screamed. She felt a finger on her lips and heard a soft male's voice hushing her. When she finally opened her eyes she saw Wyatt leaning over her and she realized she was safe at home in her own bed again. Feeling a little embarrassed for screaming over a nightmare she blushed and mumbled a sorry.
"It's okay", Wyatt said reassuring as he gave her a smile. "Another one of those dreams?"
P.J. nodded.
"You know you should tell mom or dad about them, maybe they mean something important."
"Or maybe it are just nightmares and I am exaggerating. I know how caught up they are in you know what, I don't want to make them worried for nothing", P.J. replied as she stood up. "Sorry I woke you up I ehm gonna get a drink." She walked to her door when Wyatt suddenly laid a hand on her shoulder again.
"Wait", he said. "Like I said it's okay. And you didn't woke me up, Chris did. He moans harder in his sleep nowadays than you do. I tried to check up on him, but his door is locked again, so..."
"You know you can just open it with your powers", P.J. said.
"I know."
"But?"
"It's probably a nightmare", Wyatt quickly said.
"Wait I can't convince you I 'just' had a nightmare and you use that excuse on mister moan next door?", she said as she turned around and looked at her brother.
"Well it's just that I ehm..."
"Don't want to know what exactly is happening", P.J. finished his sentence.
"Yes", Wyatt admitted as he moved his hand through his hair.
"Alright", she said as she grabbed Wyatt's hand. "C'mon", she continued as she dragged him out of her room to Chris' door.
"Wait", Wyatt started, but he was already too late. P.J. had used her telekinetic powers to open the lock and the door slowly opened.
"Why does he use a non-magical lock anyway", she mumbled as she shook her head and dragged Wyatt into the room.
Chris was turning around in his bed. The sheets were covering the floor of his room and his pillow roamed somewhere at the foot of his bed. P.J. thought she heard Chris says something and silently walked closer to him. She saw his hair was all wet and sticked to his ears and part of his forehead. She still couldn't tell what he was saying and seeing Wyatt walking curiously closer by she bend a little forward, just enough to hear the last of his words.
"... it didn't save him."
Wyatt had heard it too and quickly took P.J. arm. "We should let him alone", he whispered. "He seems to do alright, I mean he's still alive. So my guess is that it's a bad dream after all."
"Maybe", P.J. said as she rose an eyebrow. She was curious till death 'who wasn't saved', but she decided to talk to Chris about that in the morning, in private. She silently followed Wyatt out of the room. Quickly looking over her shoulder before Wyatt closed the door she'd swear she saw Chris was staring at the two of them. Wide awake.
