Stacy jolted upright in a cold sweat, and took a deep breath of the hot air that surrounded her.

She was lying in a bed, the bed sheets sticking uncomfortably to her. Stacy's heart was hammering hard against the inside of her chest.

She took a moment to observe her surroundings. The moonlight, which meandered its way through the un-curtained window, bathed half of the room in a blue-white light. A bedside table next to her held a clock, which read 2:36am.

'So…it was a dream?' Stacy thought to herself, still not entirely certain.

Stacy slipped out of bed, almost falling over. She felt so weak.

'Then, if it was a dream…where are Trish and the others?'

Stacy walked slowly over to an oak door, and opened it slightly. She peeked down a long corridor, lit with bright lamps every couple of metres along the wall in-between other oak doors.

Stacy shut the door and sat on the hard mattress.

Next to her, she saw a door. Stacy got up and opened it.

It creaked open. She was slightly relieved that it was just a broom closet. No bathroom…or blood…

She shook her head violently to try to erase the thoughts.

Stacy quickly backed out from the room and shut the door. She still had a feeling she could not stay here anymore.

Rushing to the front door again, and thrust it open.

Trish stood there, her arm out in front of her as if ready to knock some sense in her best friend.

"Stacy? Are you ok…oh you aren't sleep walking again, are you? Cause you remember what happened the last time you did that…" She smirked. "Randy couldn't sleep for weeks…still has a baseball bat under his bed," she teased.

"Uh…Trish, where are we?"

"Umm… 'Hobson Inn'…we stopped off here about two hours ago. Manager was not impressed to get up so early." She giggled.

Stacy scratched her head.

"Trish, we have to get out of here."

"Huh? What…why?"

"Because…"

She didn't want Trish to think she was going crazy.

"Because," Stacy repeated, "I…I just don't feel comfortable here."

Trish obviously didn't hear her, as she was staring blankly at a portrait behind Stacy.

"Trish!"

"Huh? Oh…umm…"

Stacy sighed. Maybe she could survive the night.

"Hey Trish, where are John and Randy?"

"Randy is asleep in my room, and John is in here," she tapped against the door opposite Stacy's.

"Anyway Stace," Trish shot Stacy a concerned glance. "Are you sure you are ok?"

"Yeah, yeah im fine."

After much persuasion, Stacy stalked back into her room. She climbed back into her bad, and pulled the covers up over her head.

"It was just a dream. Just a coincidental, ironic dream"

Nevertheless, in the corner of Stacy's mind, she was freaked out of her sanity.

She rolled onto her side, and stared at the wall.

A glimpse of the blood words flashed across her mind.

You Are Next

What did that mean? Who was the girl?

Stacy hated herself for bringing up the subject of the dead girl, as the grey eyes once again lingered in her mind…haunting her.

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