Chapter 9
Claire sat up with a jolt, sweat pouring down her body, as the buzzer to her room rang. She looked around her blankly. I was dreaming...but how could that be...it was so...real. She climbed out of the bed slipping on her bathrobe going to the door. She slowly cracked open the door to see Professor Burton.
"Good, you're still alive." Burton joked. "I've been trying to get a hold of you all morning. Sound sleeper?"
Claire didn't say anything as she opened the door wider, letting him in.
"Is something wrong?" Burton looked concerned.
"I don't know. Last night I could have sworn Scissorman came after me. But I was dreaming again." Claire whispered.
"I see, perhaps it's not a good idea to see the other survivors than." Burton glanced around the room.
"No, I need to talk to them. I just feel like I'm losing my mind." Claire mushed, sitting down on the bed. "Out of all the dreams I've had about him I always end up dying, and they're real but not in the sense. This dream, I got away...and it was so real, so vivid. Detective Ravenscroft was with me, we went to you're house and Scissorman came. He distracted the bastard while I got away. I don't understand, none of my dreams have ever been like that."
Burton said nothing, he stared ominously out the window at the grey rain clouds. He shook his head coming out of his daze.
"Get dressed, I'll wait for you downstairs." He quipped, leaving the room.
Claire watched as he left the room.
A little while later Claire and Burton sat in a restaurant waiting for their lunch to arrive. Claire seemed distracted, her mind wondered away from reality.
"So you had another dream." Burton mushed.
"Yes." Claire sighed. "But it was different, way different from the dreams I usually have."
Burton gently rubbed his black beard as he pondered the subject. "Claire, if it would be alright, after we go and see the other survivors I'd like to try some therapy that may help stop these nightmares you've been having."
"Ok, but I have to warn you, therapy never really worked for me." Claire said softly. "If you would excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."
Burton watched her head down to the ladies' room.
Claire leaned over the sink splashing cold water on her face. She dried her hands and face with a paper towel then pulled out her tape recorder.
"Well I had yet another dream, except this time is was different, way different from the dreams I've had before. I've never had a dream that seemed so real, so vivid, I'm beginning to think I'm losing my mind." Claire spoke softly into her tape recorder. "It feels like I'm in some kind of twisted Freddy Kruger movie, but they're only dreams, right?"
She sighed stopping the recorder. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. I'm insane.