MY NIGHTMARE'S DREAM
Waking up, Annabelle felt her damp clothes clinging to her, making her skin shiver. She heard a rumble and felt her stomach groan for food. Gazing around, she remembered the house that she was in, and started crying softly. It was lonely for her, to be in a place where no one would find her. No monsters had come knocking at least, and the owner of the house seemed to be out.
Standing up she searched for a switch. The house lit up, a faint glow coming from the bulb that was high above. In the centre of the room was a staircase that wound around to another room upstairs with far apart steps and thin black rails. She inspected the shelves of books, finding horror novels, scientific texts and- what in the world? - a couple of rows of Christmas books. Christmas carols, Christmas stories, how to make stars for Christmas. How ironic, she thought.
About to head for the staircase to search for a towel, Annabelle spotted something that looked out of place in the room. Something bright pink was on one of the shelves. Picking it up, Annabelle found it was a notebook with stripes drawn all over it. She wasn't sure how, but she knew that it didn't belong there. Opening she was amazed by what was written.
In small messy writing Annabelle read last weeks homework that was given:
Science- pg 210 (all questions), English assignment due Tuesday, Spelling words: onomatopoeia, nonchalant, rhetorical.
Whoever owns this book must come to my school, Annabelle thought. My school, my class…my friend?
She flicked through it, looking for clues to whoever owns the book. There were rantings and ramblings about the canteen food and how much the camp this year is costing, songs from the radio, notes from class, list of food, party list…
Annabelle read the names. Valary, Siana, Spencer, Annabelle, Tom... There was only one party Annabelle was invited to, and that was Riks'. This is Riks' book? But how-
Of course! First she was in Riks' room, and now she's here. Obviously Riks must have come here as well. And she left her book...
Flicking through the pages; she found something that intrigued her. Greatly.
Take me to freedom
Give me wings to soar away
To my nightmare's dream
To freedom? What does she mean? 'To my nightmare's dream'…does she mean...this place? Is this her idea of a ...a what? Heaven? Hell? Why this of all places? She must be…mad.
Still pondering over the book, Annabelle didn't notice the shadows creeping behind the door. It eased open slowly, a head peering in. Upon seeing Annabelle's back to him, he surreptitiously crept up behind her, years of practice in his favour. Raising a bony hand, he tapped her on the shoulder then quickly darted around her. Annabelle whirled around, but found nothing but the door open. He stifled a laugh and tapped her on the shoulder again, this time letting her turn and see him.
Sally and Valary had just peeked into the house when Annabelle let out an almighty scream that echoed around in the darkness. The sound missed going through their ears and went straight to their heads, making anyone that heard her go dizzy with agitation and confusion.
Annabelle ran for the door when Jack doubled over, holding his head, but the door was blocked by two other shadows.
"Annabelle?"
She shrieked again and backed up, right into Jack who caught her just as she passed out.
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oh, such a dream. to be caught in the arms of jack as you pass out.... hahaha lol that haiku is soooo mine so nyeh! and so are Annabelle, Siana Lee, Valary and Riks