She couldn't breath. That was how it started. The invisible weight on her chest pressed down on her with an uncontrollable sense of fear. Her hands were shaking so bad with tremors that if anyone saw her they would think she was an addict needing a fix. She sat up in bed trying to calm herself. Slightly rocking back and forth, gripping her hands shut to stop them from shaking.

She look around her dorm room noticing that her roommate, Rachel, was gone. She quickly got out of bed and slipped on a pair of flip-flops as she walked out the door. Thinking a walk might calm her nerves she headed down the well lit second floor hallway. The walking was helping with the shakes but she couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was wrong, very wrong.She began listing off in her head the things she had to do the next day. In high school doing that had helped her calm down many times. Her friends from those days had often called her obsessive-compulsive or a control freak, but none the less it had worked.

She stared vacantly at the window in front of her. There was a reflection of all the hallway lights on the glass. She didn't really pay attention to it until she was a bit closer. Squinting her eyes she noticed that some of the light's reflecting seemed to go out. She heard a faint pop from behind and then another. Turning around she saw that about ¼ of the hallway lights had gone out, and a second later another went out, then another.

The fear suddenly seized control of her body. Her mind began screaming at her to run, and get out of there. Her feet were seemingly frozen in place and she watched the lights go out closer and closer to her unable to run. Suddenly once the light that was only a few feet away from her went out with the quiet pop she ran like it was the gunshot at the beginning of a track race.

Once she reached the end of the hall the practically broke down the stair-well door trying to get through it faster. She flew down the stairs only stopping when she had to open the first floor door. As she tried to twist the handle she realized it wouldn't turn and that she was locked inside. Her only other option was to head back up the stairs and try a different floor. She headed towards the first of the steps right as the entire second floor went pitch black. She could see the faint light from the third floor but the darkness seemed to swallow it, leaving a pitch black nothingness on the stairs that were only a few yards away.

Her heart was poundingin her ears and it amazed her that she could hear the footsteps on the stairs above her because it was so loud. Slowly stepping back from the stairs but never taking her eyes off them, she began to see a figure making it's way down. As it descended the stairs the light seemed to get dimmer and dimmer. It's movements were jerky and stiff, seemingly inhuman. It's skin was covered with cuts and bruises and was a sickening gray color. Recognition hit her as soon as she could she its face.

"Rachel? What the-" She asked nausea taking over. Her roommates eyes were bloodshot, bruises and cuts covered her body. Rachel's continued coming down the stairs with the same jerking movement that seemed like her body was having a hard time controlling its movement. As Rachel reached the bottom of the stairs the other girl ran towards the door, trying as hard as possible to get the door to open.

"Please! Somebody help me!" She screamed banging her fist against the door. "Somebody!" Her screams became sobs as she realized that no one was going to get her out, that she was trapped.

"Lizzie" Rachel said in a voice that was somewhat hushed. The girl turned around, tears streaming down her face.

"Please don't…" She begged as her legs became weaker and weaker and threatened to give out from under her as she leaned against the door behind her. Rachel was right in front of her now and Liz could only try and push herself farther into the door.

"You can't save us Lizzie" Rachel said. "they want you to, but you can't." with a jerky motion she lifted her hand and motioned to the window behind her. Liz turned around and stifled back a scream. In the window she could be more girls that looked like Rachel. Their bloodshot eyes were staring at her with an unfathomable amount of wanting. Liz turned back to Rachel unable to stop looking at her as she spoke. "They don't understand Lizzie. You can't try to save us Lizzie. You might not even be able to save yourself."

A loud pounding noise vibrated the door. And the glass on the door's window shattered. Hands began reaching in, grabbing her. The a multitude of voices began calling out to her beginning her to save them. Liz struggled to break free but the hand's grips were to strong.

Rachel leaned forward, and whispered "Wake up Lizzie" into her ear.

Sitting straight up in bed, Liz gasped for breath. Covered in a cold sweat her entire body was shaking. Light was pouring into her dorm room. Glancing at her clock Liz noticed that it was already past 9. Getting out of bed she quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Her roommate's bed was again empty.

Liz grabbed her cell-phone and was about to call her when she realized that she was probably in class. Rachel had an early class that ended at around 9:45 so Liz decided to wait until then to call her. Liz had about 20 minutes or so to get ready so she quickly went to the adjourning bathroom that she and Rachel shared with the dorm on the other side.

Once done she headed outside her door and proceeded to call Rachel. Out of habit she headed towards the stairs but recalling the dream she headed toward to elevator instead. Liz's phone continued to ring until she got Rachel's voice mail.

"Hey Rach. It's Lizzie call me when you get this ok. I really need to talk to you its important" Liz headed out the front of her door and quickly noticed a police cars on the closer side of the park area the College had built a few years back. Liz felt her muscles tense as she headed towards the crowd of people that had gathered. Urgently needing to hear from Rachel she pulled out her phone and began calling her again.

She pushed her way to the front of the crowd and was stopped by a line of police tape. "What happened?" She asked the person next to her while still holding the phone in her hand.

"A jogger found a body this morning. They're saying that some girl was murdered." The guy next to her saidshadinghis eyes to try and get a better look.

Taking her cell-phone away from her ear, Liz thought she heard a phone ringing from further into the enclosed area "No." She mumbled under her breath and she ducked under the police tape.

An officer saw her and immediately began trying to stop her. "Miss? Miss? Miss, this is an active crime scene, you can't be here. Miss?" the officer asked as he tried to get her attention.

Liz completely ignored him as she followed the ringing. The officer finally grabbed her as she came within sight of the body. "Rachel-"

Rachel was staring at her. The same Rachel from her dream. Blood shot eyes, gray bruised skin, it was exactly the same. All Liz could think about was how this wasn't supposed to happen. How her dream couldn't of been real. As she stared at Rachel's body she felt the panic rise inside her. Rachel's eyes seemed to stare at her, they saw her, saw what she was thinking, they saw everything. The officer was trying to pull her away but she was frozen to the spot. "No it wasn't- It can't-" She mumbled while the world around her began to spin and she blacked out.