I was worried I went over-board on the dream but it seems people liked it.

Oh shit. I screamed. Chances were Mrs. Black or one of the other neighbors had heard me. I jumped out of bed and down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and dropped the knife in the sink. I cleaned it and my hands as quickly as possible. I could hear someone knocking at the front door. I put the knife in the knife draw and walked to the front door.

I opened it and wasn't surprised to see Mrs. Black standing there. She was slightly fat women with long black hair. Her brown eyes were wide with worry. I had guessed right when I figured she had heard the scream. I could see the sky behind her. It was starting to get light outside.

"I slipped coming down the stairs," I explained. "I was just getting a snack."

"Are you alright now?" Mrs. Black asked after taking a relived breath.

"Yes," I said nodding. "I'm fine."

"Good," she said smiling. "Your mother said that she wouldn't be back until seven. Her shift ran a little long. Can you fix breakfast for yourself?"

"Of course," I answered. "Thanks for checking up on me Mrs. Black."

"No problem child," she said. "I have to go back home now but if you need anything give me a call."

"Sure thing," I said.

After saying goodbye Mrs. Black turned and left. I let out a relived sigh and shut the door. What happened in the dream came back to me. I killed Jimmy in my dream and then pulled the knife out of my dream. It didn't make sense but it's what happened. I took a deep breath and leaned against the door.

"Don't be silly Freddie," I whispered to myself. "You didn't kill Jimmy. It was a dream. Just a dream. You'll go to school, see Jimmy, and realized how silly you am being."

That's right. Good to school and see Jimmy. That's all I had to do and then I'd know for sure it had been a dream.

I was very comforted by this as I walked into the kitchen and started to make breakfast.

After breakfast I grabbed my backpack and started for school. When I reached the end of Elm street a chill went down my back. In front of a large house was an ambulance and a large group of people. I recognized Mark out of them. I ran up to him and taped him on his shoulder.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Jimmy is dead," Mark explained. "He was stabbed to death. Of course you already knew that."

A few people turned and looked at us. I raised an eyebrow and tried to act surprised. Inside I was shaking. I did kill him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I stated. "I've been at home eating breakfast."

"You said that you were going to kill him yesterday," Mark said."I know you did it."

"I didn't do anything," I lied.

"Alright kids," a male voice said. "You guys need to get out of here. You're only in the way."

I looked up to see the same cop that had found me in the power plant. He was giving me and Mark a questioning look.

"He did it!" Mark yelled pointing at me. "I know he did it!"

"I did not!" I yelled back.

I knew I had done it but I couldn't tell the truth. If I did they would lock me up and throw away the key.

"Stop it you two," a female officer said. "There is no evidence that this young man did it. I think you should all be on your way."

The kids started to clear off the yard one by one. Mark and I were the last ones to leave.

"You might be able to fool the police," Mark said, "But I know what you did and I'm going to prove it."

A shiver went down my spine as my worst enemy walked away.