Wow, three in one night, I must really like you guys tonight. Or maybe I really like this story tonight, or perhaps I'm just insane. But, I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Chapter 8:
Danny POV-
"Danny, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. This better be good," Sam growled in a half-asleep irritation over the phone after I called her to talk about what I had seen in Wren's dream.
"It is. Wren is hiding something big, something related to ghosts or me or something and I don't know exactly what it is but—"
"Whoa, Danny, slow down. What are you talking about?" she asked me, sounding more confused than alarmed.
"Wren knows something. I'm not sure what she knows or how much she knows but she knows something about ghosts and she definitely isn't from Turkey and—"
"Okay. Let's try this again," Sam sighed, "How do you know this?"
"I went into her dream and—"
"Danny!" Sam exclaimed in anger, "That's an invasion of privacy. You can't just go into somebody's dreams!"
"I know and I'll feel bad about it later. But this is really important," I told her. Sam sighed.
"Okay. What exactly did you see in her dream?" Sam asked me. I took a deep breath preparing to retell her slowly this time.
"Well, the dreams were her memories, but it was like they were things that hadn't happened yet. And they were almost all about ghosts taking over…Amity Park, I think…but it could have also been the whole world. And apparently 'he' wants Wren and her family for some reason," I told her.
"Who's he?" she asked.
"I don't know, they didn't say. But there must be some reason that her entire family would be wanted by 'him'. I would understand her dad because he seems like the leader of some kind of rebellion against them, but I don't know why 'he' would want her—"
"Danny, you're doing it again. Slow down. Now who are 'they'?" she asked.
"They were these ghost soldiers that were patrolling the streets and dropped Wren out of the sky," I said. Sam sighed again, obviously not understanding the severity of what I just saw.
"Okay. Why do you think that 'he' and the ghost soldiers would be after Wren and her family?" Sam asked, sounding annoyed and tired.
"Because I'm pretty sure I saw her dad's eyes turn green," I stated matter-of-factly. This got her attention.
"What? Danny, are you absolutely sure?" she asked.
"I'm like ninety percent sure. There is a slim possibility that it was a trick of the light, but I know what I saw," I stated.
"So are you saying you think her dad is a halfa? Or are you saying you think a ghost processed her dad?" Sam asked for clarification.
"I think he must be a halfa because it only happened when he got mad," I told her.
"Okay, so let me guess, you're thinking that either Wren and her brothers have those powers and that's why 'he' would want them, or that 'he' wants to use her family to get her dad to do what 'he' wants him to, and that's why Wren and her brothers were sent here, however you don't know how all the other kids tie in, am I right?" she questioned, stating my exact same thought process.
"Yes," I told her. She was silent for a moment.
"Danny," she sighed, "What makes you so sure that this wasn't just some bizarre dream scenario that her brain came up with?" she asked.
"It was too real," I told her. Sam sighed.
"But too many other things don't add up. I'm not saying parts of the dream weren't memories, but, couldn't parts of it also have been made up like a nightmare? She has been through a lot today and she's away from her parents that could leave her so stressed out that she starts having nightmares," Sam proposed.
"I-I don't know," I admitted.
"Okay," Sam took a deep breath, "Now, with that said. Maybe you should just keep an eye on her. Don't immediately start questioning her, okay?" she asked.
"Alright," I sighed.
"Good. Oh, and stay out of her dreams, that's just wrong," Sam scolded me.
"No promises," I muttered, and she sighed again on the other end of the phone.
"Fine, whatever. Just don't call me at 3 o'clock in the morning every night. And why don't you ask Tucker if he dug up anything tomorrow at school, it might help you confirm or disconfirm parts of her story," Sam suggested.
"Yeah, okay, good idea," I agreed because that was a smart thing for me to do.
"Well," she yawned, "I'm going to bed. Unless the world is ending, don't wake me up again."
I laughed, "Okay, I won't. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Sam replied, hanging up the phone.
I looked at the phone for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not I should call Tucker now and ask him. I quickly decided against it because I'm pretty sure I can only handle one tired, pissed, friend at one time.
I laid down in bed and my thoughts flashed back to the scene in Wren's dream where the sky became purple and ghosts patrolled the streets, and I prayed to God that I wouldn't have to make the end-of-the-world call to Sam tonight.
And, with that uneasy thought swirling in my head, I closed my eyes and drifted into a light, restless sleep filed with images of ghost soldiers.