Biology class, a great case study on teenage boredom according to Sara's over worked mind.

It was her first day back and she gets stuck in Mr Brewer's "bore you to death with my voice" bio class. How else could this day get worse? On the upside it gave Sara lots of time to draw.

Doodling on her notebook pretending to take notes on the periodic table and the elements of the earth Sara shut down her mind to the endless droning of Mr. Brewer's voice and solely focused on her drawling of a cartoon cat.

Itchy fingers? What the heck? Why are they tingling? Sara thought to herself. Holding both hands in front of her, she examined them. In the flash of a second Sara's hands morphed into sharp, metal deadly spears! Ten fingers, ten spears!

Eyes wide and frozen in place the only thing Sara could do was stare and scream bloody murder!

The whole class turned in the direction of Sara as she shot up from her screaming daydream. Even Mr. Brewer gave a surprised reaction and that man was emotionless. "Ms. Williams I understand that the periodic table is maddening exciting subject but please do keep it to yourself."

"Yes sir, I'll keep that in mind" timidly responded Sara. Completely embarrassed by the laughing reaction of the class. Looking down at her now normal girlish hands all Sara wanted to do was creep under the desk and die.

"Charlotte im telling you these dreams.. There connected somehow but I don't know how." ranted Sara as she walked home with her best friend from another day of surviving high school.

"Girl I've told you a hundred times. Its in your head!" Charlotte answered in response to Sara's original question.

Angry at Charlotte for not even listening to her Sara snapped back "No its not all in my head Charlotte! If so then tell me why the dreams. If its all in my head then why the hell did I just have a Freddy Couger moment back there! People don't normally have realist dreams of their hands turning into claws! What! is it just me? Am I going crazy!"

"Wow, claim down there killer! Don't be jumping all over me just cause you can't handle some shadow boy dream becoming a bit too real! If anything you might just be going crazy! Fuck I don't know what happen in your past or whatever but may be these dreams are trying to tell you something." Charlotte tried to explain as she exploded with anger.

Sara stopped her walk to rub her forehead and think about what Charlotte just said.

"May be your right. May be it's a sign. Then again may be I am going crazy. Im sorry for jumping at you. Im just...scared."

"Hey its ok to be scared but not from some silly dream. Oh I know come camping with me this weekend. Its going to be fun and where not the only ones going to be there. I know a few cute guys that will be there also. It will be like a little get-together. For God sakes it wouldn't hurt to hang with few more people Sara, you might even find a boyfriend huh?"

Sara needed to think long and hard before she was going to jump into a potentially dangerous environment like camping with strangers. A part of her said yes while another said no. She had to choose her words carefully before answering this question.

"Well let me think about this and I'll call you tomorrow ok?"

Unhappy with the answer Charlotte rolled her eyes. " Well then tomorrow, I got to go my boy toys waiting for me. Bye" With that Charlotte ran off leaving Sara to walk home by herself.

Upset and frustrated with her friend. Sara through her hands in the air and turned in the direction of her home.

The castle loomed over the young girl on the street like a still gargoyle perched on a church roof. It scared Sara to think about what could be up there or at least what was up there at one time. She stood there all alone now watching the dark fairytale castle as the hour began to turn to dusk. The castle was the foundation of children's nightmares, with its dark foreboding spike towers and high gothic windows. Then again in the little time Sara has lived in Suburbia it seemed comforting to know it was there. Forever watching over her, protecting her from the dangers of the real world.

YOU! Sara suddenly jolted in surprise and turned in the direction of the demanding voice. YOU! I know you. You're the CHILD of that MONSTER!