You're Not Dreaming
Chapter 3
Past
'Dad!' I yelled looking for the source of my father. He's probably hiding again, ready to jump out when I turn a corner. I thought internally. 'Dad stop it your scaring me'
My footing was careful to maneuver around the last step, trying not to make it creak. I then slowly snuck down the entrance hallway down to the kitchen. Maybe he's making a sandwich or something. If he's not hiding then he must be either in the kitchen or in the back shed.
'BOO!' I screamed while jumping into the kitchen. Empty. 'dad?' I whispered. I no sooner entered the kitchen then I left, quickly locating the key on the hook over the old, but reliable brown stove. I was soon flying across the kitchen sliding on the linoleum in my weathered old knee high elephant socks. I did a quick spin-stop at the back door and spun the key within the lock and flung the door open.
This took longer, trying to get across the no grass lawn in sock. I silently scolded myself for not thinking of shoes. I focused on the ground intently trying not to step on the many assortments of pine cones. About halfway across the lawn I looked up for the first time. I noticed a couple things all at once the shed door was wide open, the light I could see through the front window was swaying back and forth, the last thing that registered in my mind was the side window held a white figure behind the glass.
Before I could stop myself I was flying across the lawn ignoring the intense pain in my feet. My head, it seemed was no longer connected to my body. Neither was anything for that matter when the back fences loose wire caught on the side of my leg I kept running ignoring the blood trickling into the trucks of my elephants.
After eternity it seemed I reached the shed door. I heard nothing, which worried me. 'Dad?' I whispered under my breath. I was very surprised when I heard rustling inside. My eyes were making it hard to see, the tears threatening to break down my barricade. I felt something off, as though something was horribly wrong.
I reached up my shaky hand and carefully pushed back the half-open door. It creaked as it slowly opened it revealed the old book shelves in the far corner cluttered with an assortment of tools. I unwillingly took a slow careful step forward on to the worn, splintered wood of the shed floor.
I turned my body toward the inside of the shed using exaggerated slowness trying to prolong the moment when I saw what was inside. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the scene before me.
There was a white figure standing over my dead father. Looking at me dead in the eyes, in turn I was forced to look at his bright ruby ones. They seemed intrigued by me. I wanted to scream and run but I couldn't move I've never felt as if my natural instincts told me to stay away.
No sooner than I blinked and he was gone. Again, I looked down at my dead father and collapsed.
My last thought was of the book on my dresser and the pages of vampires in between the binding.
I know cliffy, sorry for the shortness but with me my chapters may be shorter but I will TRY to get them out more often.
I will probably have one more chapter about her past to explain some other happenings.
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