"Hey I wonder where Blake went." Kayley questioned.
I glanced around and couldn't find him anywhere, how odd. "Yeah that is kind of weird he's usually right here beside us."
For the next three hours I didn't see Blake or Kayley any where. But I did see some one. This person, whom I seemed to know very well, as well as felt that I had deep almost severe feelings for, was the guy from my dream. He was walking down the corridor on the opposite side of me. He looked exactly like the guy from my dream, how odd. Maybe if I just ask, no that would be weird. But on impulse I did it anyway.
"Excuse me." I turned around and started walking along with him.
"Yes?" He asked. He even had the same voice, the same dark hair, the same height, and the identical intense blue eyes, the same everything.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but you look awfully familiar do I perhaps know you by any chance?" I questioned.
"You know it's funny you mention that because as I just past you I could have sworn I had known you too," He said coolly.
"How odd, well, in any case, I'm Rose." I held out my hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Eden." He said while putting his hand in with his own, but what was weird was the fact that he was smiling like there was a game of poker being played in addition to, he knew what all of my cards were while I knew none of his own.
"Well I must be on my way; I have to meet some friends."
"Oh cool, well we should hang out sometime." He suggestively implied.
"Sure, sounds like fun." I said sincerely.
"See you then." He said while smiling a different smile like the one that was in my dream.
"Yeah, see you." And then just like that he was gone. But for some reason I knew that it wouldn't be for long.
Later after my encounter with mystery man I went to look for Kayley, and Blake. I tested out the most possible place they could be, Kayley's and my own dorm room. Once I got there I tried to open the door but it was locked, and I didn't have the key. I attempted the most palpable thing, and that was to rattle the door knob, nothing happened. Subsequently afterward I knocked on the door and again nothing happened, no movement whatsoever.
I slammed my fist on the wall next to the door frame and placed my head on the wall as well. I sighed impatiently. Suddenly, almost as if the door had listened to me it had gently opened. Initially I was startled but out of temptation I pressed the door open and ambled inside.
I walked in and observed that everything was in place, both beds, with the window amid seemed to be precisely the same. Nothing was out of order, at least looked out of order. But that wasn't until I turned my head to the left where the closet was. A hand went straight over my mouth to muffle a startled scream.
At first, I fought and disheveled around to try and free myself from this figure which still held me like I was nothing but air. I pushed and thwarted at him, still, he didn't move just waited until I would stop.