"Shelia wake up!"

The words rang through her head as she watched the paramedics load the stretcher into the back cab. Students watched gathered in small crowds speaking in low voices about who was it, and what happened.

Kincaid and Kristen's death had all ready spread across school, much like all of the other teenagers who had died over the past few years. But it had never hit this close before.

"Fatal asthma…what seventeen year old dies of fatal asthma, thought she was going to be a doctor."

Debbie stood with the others, holding back tears as she watched the ambulance pull slowly out of the parking-lot.

Rick stood beside Alice who shook on the inside.

"It was Freddy…"

"Enough of that crap!"

"It was real, I fell asleep and I dragged Shelia in…"

It then dawned on her, she had fallen asleep and just like Kristen had with her, she took her into the dream…she pulled her in without even knowing.

"Oh God…I pulled Shelia in, oh no…"

Rick tried to take hold of her.

Alice knew it, just like Kristen did…she had pulled Shelia in without even knowing it. Maybe because she was so tried, maybe because she was scared, or maybe just because she thought of her before drifting off into class.

She watched the whole thing happen and couldn't stop it.

She killed Shelia.

"NO I TOOK HER IN AND NOW SHE'S DEAD!"

Tears exploded through her large bluish tint eyes and she ran away from Rick as fast as she could.

"Kristen's story is really getting to her…"

Debbie said in a lower voice, now looking down at her boots.

"Hey I don't even know if it's a story, I mean look we're dropping like flies here."

Rick ran to join his sister.

Debbie looked around and saw everyone was starting to get back to class. By the end of the day there would be an announcement and a moment of silence. After that people would talk for a while, recounting of they knew her or not, or if they were there when it happened. Then that would be it.

Shelia…she was the best out of all of them.

Feeling a slight chill Debbie turned around and headed for class.

Another week past after Shelia, and people were starting to feel nervous.

One boy dies of a heart attack.

One girl burns to death in her bedroom.

One girl dies from an asthma attack.

As easy as it was to label these as accidents, people who had been around Springwood long enough to remember started to get uneasy about all of this.

Joey hardly showed up for school, nor his home anymore…once in a while people would see him driving around, that was it.

Alice blamed herself, looking at the photos that covered her mirror of her friends. Everything was falling apart and she knew she couldn't sleep. Someone else might die.

Rick was there for her, now almost starting to believe her story. He stayed up with her, drinking coffee, splashing cold water on their faces, and just plain holding each other and talking about better times they shared together. Back when they were happy.

Not sleeping was killing her.

Working double shifts she found herself feeling worse then she ever had. But somehow Sheila's poor scared face as that monster killed her replayed over and over in her mind.

She wished she could just talk to Joey once…and see what were they going to do, and how to stop it.

But she hadn't seen him in weeks, and she knew he blamed himself for his friend's deaths as she had.

On Tuesday Alice walked into class feeling like a zombie, taking a seat and saw they were reviewing for finals.

She hadn't been talking much since everything had happened, looking around at the other students she started to feel as if the teacher's words started to slush together as her eyelids fluttered and she lowered her head on her desk.

"There's a positive gate, and a negative…the protector of the positive gate is a person called the dream master…"

Alice started to remember the rhyme again.

"Now I lay me down to sleep…"

And with that her eyes snapped shut.

Across the school in the locker rooms her brother Rick did the same.