CHAPTER TWELVE: Hauntings

Me: Think... think. Ideas please?

Jet: Giving up is an idea.

Me: Maybe I should take Elf up on that offer to borrow HER muse.

Jet: Oh, fine. (Does magical muse stuff.) You happy?

Me: Tak! (Starts writing.) (Tak is Danish for 'Thanks.' I like Danish. Only know 10 words, but I like what I know)

Jet: Why can't I get a real job...

Me: (looks up from keyboard.) Maybe because you wait for months before you get anything done. And people say I procrastinate!

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It was a Monday, and I was having a nice solitary breakfast of... Lucky Charms. Storm had gone shopping recently, but I guess Froot Loops aren't her cereal of choice. Much more of this, and I'd start going into withdrawal or something.

I glanced at the clock. 2:35 AM. This was way too early, even for me, but this last nightmare had been decidedly more vivid. I was riding my bike, and almost crashed into a boy but hit a stop sign instead. He shouts, "You are both in–" but then there's a sound like something exploding and I'm being sucked into the stop sign so I can't hear how he ends. Then I'm standing outside the white building that's in all the dreams, and I hear a scream and some sirens, and see a bunch of people in those white suits people wear in movies when they go decontaminate stuff. For some reason Sydney is standing there too. Then I'm somewhere very dark, and all I know is that I'm afraid, and then WHAM! I'm awake and floating again. I'd have to get around to asking someone why I had been floating in my sleep since I got here. Maybe Jean's telekinesis went awry in her sleep or something.

I finished breakfast with a yawn, then tried to think of some way to entertain myself until I left for school. I'd exhausted my candy wrapper supply, Mom would personally murder me if I rode my bike without knowing the neighborhood well yet, everyone was asleep, and Jubilee had just broken the TV again. Hmm, maybe there were some disadvantages to being a morning person.
Suddenly the telephone rang. I jumped about three feet in the air; it had been completely silent since no one was up.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, I answered the phone.

"Hello"

"Is this the Xavier Institute for the Gifted"

"Hi, Sydney." I said, recognizing her voice. "What's up"

"Me." She replied with a yawn. "I don't know how you do it"

"Hey, this is early for me, too. So, why are you up"

"Bad dreams. You too"

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"You were in mine"

"You dream about me? That's so sweet! I didn't know you cared"

"It's too early to have a sense of humor. Besides, I'm suspecting that you saw me in your dream too"

"Okay, you're freaking me out Sydney. You psychic or something"

"Maybe. But all I'm doing is putting two and two together"

"And getting the Pythagorean Theorem! Explain this to me please, what the heck is going on"

"All right." Sydney said. "You've been having nightmares for a while, right"

"Yep"

"So have I. And are you getting hit by a car."

"Um, no. I'm crashing my bike."

"Against a boy?"

"Well, I swerve to miss him and hit that stupid stop sign."

"Is there something special about that stop sign?" Sydney asked, sounding slightly amused.

"Besides the hole I put in the middle."

"By crashing into it with your bike?"

"No, it's a stop sign in Utah. I put the hole there a while back; long, long story. Part of the reason my parents sent me here, in fact. Anyway, continue."

"Well, the boy is the same, and we both are involved in the crashing of vehicles. Then do you see the weird building and the people with chemical suits?" A chill ran down my spine.

"Yes." I said.

"Me too. And do you remember our séance"

"Yeah."

"I think that we're being haunted."Normally I think I would have laughed, but this made sense. And I was already somewhat paranoid; much more of this and I'd have started making conspiracy theories about ceiling tiles.(1) I shivered.

"I guess I believe you. But why? Have you annoyed any dead people?"

"I think that boy we see in the dreams is the ghost, and that he's trying to warn us or tell us something. Maybe those people who've been watching us come from that weird building."

"Are you really sure people have been watching us? Maybe we're just paranoid"

"Have you ever seen a guy spend eight hours fixing the telephone pole outside your house? Especially when no one had been having any problems with their phones or the electricity or anything."

"Well, no. I suppose that's a valid point. You mean it happened"

"Yeah. And there's more."

"What?"

"I've seen the building."

1: It's not just a theory...

Me: Ooh, cliffhanger. Anyway, sorry that it's been so long, and I promise to finnish chapter 13 by the time school starts. Cross my heart and hope to die. Ri-ight, Jet? (Gives Jet a 'look')

Jet: Oh, whatever. Your Mom's calling.

Me: She is? Okay, you post this for me then. Please and thank you! (leaves.)

Jet: Finally. (Looks around sneakily, then opens a new document.) My turn.

If confused, please read; "My Life as a Muse." Thank You.