Chapter 2

I sat next to Kris and Glen in the living room of Kris's house with an awkward silence. I guess we just got a little (a lot) freaked out when we found out we all dreamt of a boogeyman-like type person. Rod hadn't come over yet. He said he had to pick up something before he got here. So I guess Kris was now planning on ways of killing him. If it comes to calling the police I was never apart of this little "gathering". Glen wasn't supposed to be over here. He was actually supposed to be babysitting his little sister. However, he made a deal with her: She wouldn't tell his parents if he gave her access to the stereo whenever she wanted. It was tough but he agreed. After all, it was his most prized possession. I think it was either Kris or me that he came over here for. I had guessed 85% of it was for me. Not be selfish or anything, but he was a little obsessed over me (in a good way). He found me interesting. No one like him had ever actually wanted to be my friend. I was glad I had a person like him around, or otherwise I might've gone insane. Kris might join the popular side of the spring wood (Star wars reference). She has been hanging around with one of my tormentors: Jessica. Since she and Rod broke up they've been hanging out with each other. She sat next to me in class one day and told me that she had thoughts of joining the cheerleading squad. She's becoming a little more like them everyday. It seems like in high school everything does fall apart. What is the purpose of a cheerleader anyways? They're just there so the jocks can have someone to screw. Kris isn't that type of girl. I guess know one will ever understand humanity. Is it that complicated?

Glen finally went over to Kris's stereo and turned on the radio to Jimi Hendrix's "All Along the Watchtower". Then he sat in the blue chair next to it. We just sat there with daggering eyes at him that said "Really?" He stood up again and turned off the radio. Kris picked up a book (The book that I will burn one day) that was about cheerleading moves. She looked over at me, and I gave her the "WTF" look.

"Sad I might lose one of my best friends to the cheerleading squad." I finally blurted out. She looked over at me as if I was crazy or something.

"Nancy! What the hell! You are not going to lose me to them." I really wanted to get this off my chest to her and get some closure so I continued.

"It's only a matter of time before you start tormenting me to, or has that never even crossed your mind?" Kris was now in defense mode.

"I will never be as low as them I just want extra activity in school to do. Is that so wrong? And besides it's not even your decision to make!" Now I honestly didn't want to fight anymore. I realized I was being a little bit selfish.

"Do you promise never to be as low as the rest, Kris?" She started to smile.

"I promise." Glen walked over to us and sat by the coffee table.

"Well that was the best 5-minute soap-opera I've ever seen." Kris and I looked at each other, got an idea, and then looked back at Glen. We got up to head to the kitchen. On the way we pushed Glen onto the floor. We were starting to laugh. Then we all heard scraping outside. It was mimicking the same sound we heard in our nightmares. Glen started walking to the back door. Kris and I hid behind him using him as a shield. It sounded like scraping was coming from somewhere in the bushes. We urged Glen to check things out. Glen was walking lone into what could be trouble.

"Who the fuck is it!" Glen yelled at the bushes. If he was going to get any louder someone might've called the police. My dad doesn't know I'm here so you'd see how that would work out for me. Glen turned around signaling that there was nothing.

"Booze!" Rod yelled out tackling Glen with two cases of beer in his hands making us jump.

"Touchdown! Rod Lane scores four yards from the goal-line!" I was laughing my ass off, Kris was still disgusted at Rod, and Glen was laying on the ground white as a sheep.

"That was brilliant!" I said while laughing. Kris was still sickened by Rod's presence.

"It was stupid!" Kris had a look that read "Be right I'm going to get an axe chop off your head".

"Aw….did I scare little Glendela" He said pointing at Glen. When Rod turned around to talk to Nancy, Glen flipped him off with both fingers and stuck his tongue out at him while holding his mouth open with both fingers. It caused me to laugh, which made Rod turn around to see what Glen was doing. However, all he saw was Glen looking around the yard making him look innocent.

We got in the house with the beer. I was sober, because if my dad ever caught me drunk, he wouldn't spare my ass in court and disown me as his daughter. He said it's only a man thing. It made me wonder since it was a "man thing". Did that make my mom a man? No way was she ever sober. She always hides the liquor. It's just for her after all. Rod was already getting drunk. Kris was way over the limit. How do I know this? Cause Rod and her were on the floor making out. Glen and didn't want to touch a single bottle. Beer disgusted us both. Finally Rod took Kris in the bedroom whom was now no longer drunk and forgiving to Rod. Rod always said he had that magic "touch". This was very creepy. Now we were sitting in the living room listening to Kris's screams in the room. We knew exactly what they were doing in there, which made it even harder to enjoy the night.

"Well…that was very interesting." Glen said finally breaking the silence. He got up and turned the radio on that was now playing "Burning for You" by the Blue Oyster Cult. He took his spot in the blue he sat in. I gave him the look again. He got up turned the radio off as it was near the end of the song, and sat next to me again. He started to get up and turn the radio on.

"Glen…"

"Sitting down." He said sitting down again. This made him not go for the radio anymore.

It was around 2:00am when I decided to go to sleep. Glen said I could have the bed and he would take the couch. Kris and Rod were still at it, which kept me up through the night. I got up, walked to the wall that divided Kris's room from the guest room, and started to bang on the wall.

"Shut the fuck up!" At last they had finally stopped.

Kris's nightmare

Kris walked down to the kitchen after her little "moment" with Rod. She had guessed that they were back together again, but was questioning it. Should she get back together with him after what he did? At least this could bring him up only to being a friend. I stood still when I heard the same screeching noise Rod was making earlier. Kris slowly opened the back door.

"Rod, you jump out and scare I'll rip them off!" Kris yelled viciously into her backyard. Kris grabbed an axe that was lying on a toolbox. Cautiously, she walked deeper into the darkness of her backyard. As she took each step, the screeching became louder.

"Please stop this! Go away! If you're looking for a house to rob, I know where the sheriff lives." Then the scariest voice she'd ever hear in her life.

"Aw you'd really rat out a friend like that?" The voice was evil like a killer, and scarred as if something injured his throat. Kris looked around only to find a silhouette under a tree. Kris turned pale when laying eyes on it. She was not blinking afraid that something could happen the next second.

"What's the matter you look like you've seen a ghost?" Kris then took control knowing it was a dream and woke up next to Rod. She had seen her window was propped open. She got up lazily, and closed it. When she turned around, something crashed through the window and grabbed her. As soon as it did they both landed on the bed.

Rod felt shaking next to him. Kris was struggling to get away from something. Rod tried to get a hold of her, but was kicked off the bed. Kris then started to levitate in the air and was still struggling. Kris bounced off the walls and ceiling like a doll. She nearly hit him, but he had ducked just in time to avoid it. Finally she stopped, but something that was not seen had cut her deep from her chest to her stomach. Blood splashed all over Rod. Then her lifeless body dropped to the bed making more blood spill.

Nancy was trying to get the door open, but with no success. Glen ran up to the door, kicked it, and broke the lock. However, all there was to find was Kris's corpse and no Rod, but an open window that Rod must've used for his escape.