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Very Important! Again, I warn that once this story reaches Chapter Thirteen, it will begin to boarder on the 16+ age rating for relations.
Important, Please Read! Oh, and by the way, Chapter Twelve is quite long, so it will probably take me two weekends to update the story (I'm sorry). I suggest checking during the weekends to see if I have updated. In addition, this means you get left with a cliffhanger, mwuhahahahaaaa! *smirks wickedly*
Oh! It would be totally awesome if you would give me your interpretation of the nightmare in a review. I would immensely enjoy reading your thoughts. :D
Enjoy~ ;)
Chapter Eleven: Kayley's Nightmare
Kayley trudged down the street outside her apartment building. It was approaching dusk, and thunderclouds loomed overhead. A chill was in the air, and Kayley was in a hurry to get home. Scurrying down the trash-littered, potholed street, she found that the road was blocked off, henceforth barring her from the front apartment entrance. What should she do now? Kayley worked over the options in her head. She'd have to take a detour through the dark alleyway between her apartment building and the one next to it and enter through her apartment building's back door. Reaching into her coat pocket and fingering her pass key, Kayley cautiously began down the alley. The ground was wet beneath her feet, and thunder roared in the distance. The farther she walked through the alley, the darker it got...and the more urgent her steps became. The alley seemed endless. She kept walking and walking...and yet was never reaching the end. She knew she should have reached the back by now. "What is this?"
Thunder clapped behind her and she hastened to running. Approaching a dumpster, she heard a muffled sound nearby. Kayley momentarily froze. Her run became a sprint. The muffling grew louder. Kayley ran for her life. She could hear her pursuer. He was getting closer by the second. She knew she about to be overpowered. Suddenly she was grabbed and jerked to her right. She tried to scream but she had no voice. She resorted to pounding, kicking, and clawing, struggling against her captor. She managed to kick him in the right shin and he released his grip. "Who are you?" she chocked out, her voice having returned.
Instead of answering or trying once again to overpower her, he wheeled abruptly and bolted.
Kayley stared after the dark silhouette running away in a swift escape. She was strangely no longer frightened, but instead somewhat intrigued with the mystique of it all. It appealed to her. It was something she could not describe. She watched him with curious eyes. "Wait!" she called. She proceeded to chase her mysterious captor. "Wait!" she called again, this time a bit more frantically. He was too fast. "Please don't leave!"
Mystery Man hesitated and slowly turned his blurry face toward Kayley.
Kayley halted, studying him.
In an instant he was gone, galloping through the haze of foggy darkness. But not before Kayley caught sight of a shining earring and a familiar crooked smile. And then the darkness swallowed her.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" Kayley screamed, jolting upright. Sweat was dripping from her face and her hair was plastered to her head. She panted, bowing her face into her hands. Her heart felt like it was beating a million miles per hour. She took a few deep, shuddering breaths and wiped her face. Then she groaned and fell back against her pillow.
It had to mean something. The nightmare was just too real. And the face...
Kayley suddenly raised back into an upright sitting position, her eyes wide. Her expression was of sheer fear. She shook her head, cupping her face in her hands as she began to cry.
The face belonged to none other than Jim.