My hair is framed around my head, while my legs are bent and my arms are crossed over top of my chest. The ceiling above me is unmoving, but right now it is the most interesting thing in the world. The incident with the figure had happened about three days ago, and ever since my brain has been so busy that I haven't slept or got any closer to figuring out what the note meant.

"Don't look under the bed."

"UGH! What on God's green Earth does that mean?" My voice escalates as I bang my hands on my bed, then let out a rush of breath. "Maybe I should, just to screw with them. I mean, it's not like anything could be under there.' My limbs make the decision. The thin sheet slides off my body as my arms push me up and off the bed.

As I lower myself down to the carpet, the temperature seems to drop. I lift the blanket up and….

Nothing. Nothing at all happens. A sigh escapes as I flop onto my back. My eyes close, and I groan. "Was I really stupid enough to think something was under there? I mean, seriously Em. It was from a random stranger!"

I lie there for a moment. Just as I decide it is worth it to get up, dark, familiar chuckles fill the air. The temperature definitely drops this time, all the way down to where it was before in the hall. The lights go out, which plunges the room into total darkness. I strain my ears to hear something, anything. Something that isn't the voice.

I am granted that, as it finally stops. The tension snaps and my muscles relax. The temperate rises again and the lights turn on as I sigh yet again.

I finally push myself up into a standing position. My head spins, making me question gravity. I reach to the wall to stop myself from falling.

Instead of just steadying myself on it however, I decide it's a better idea to completely lean on it, and I savor its support. My head lolls down to touch my chest as my eyelids flutter closed. My hair shifts, hiding my face from the black walled room. Thoughts leave me and drift into the vast abyss of nothing.

Eyes shooting open, I wonder, 'Where am I? Wasn't I just in my room?' There's a big black couch in the middle of the room. The room itself has blood-like walls and shadow-dark carpet. The only light in the room comes from a simple modern lamp, as the windows in this room don't exist.

Stepping forward, I realize my legs are cold for some reason. I don't know how, as only moments ago I was wearing jeans. As if tuned into my thoughts, a mirror appears. Or maybe it was there the whole time….

I only hesitate a second before striding over to it. But there is someone else in the mirror. It can't be me. I wear skinny jeans and hoodies. Converse and boots are my trademark.

This person is nowhere near that.

Their dress is thickly striped, with the sleeves going three quarters of the way down the arm. It stretches to just above her knees, and is tight fitted.

But then why is my arm mostly covered, just like hers?

Though I'm horrendously confused, my eyes travel upwards, and my lips part with a gasp.

My dark, black, hair that naturally has tons of volume has been tamed, and it now falls down my back in a straight curtain to my chest. My right eye is covered with the silky strands, yet somehow it isn't all that annoying. I don't even have to move them to know that my contact is out, but the hair covers it.

I watch as my eyes drift off my hair and onto my face. My visible stormy gray eye is heavily lined with eyeliner, and black eye shadow sits peacefully on my lid. My ears are adorned with a pair of black feather earrings, marking the only jewelry on my person.

How did all this happen? How did I even get here? 'It's a dream.' Of course! It's just an amazing dream! (Really amazing by the looks of me.)

"You're wrong. All of this is completely real." That same familiar voive reverberates on the walls.

"Oh no, not again, Mr. Voice. Don't you DARE do that whole, 'I'm invisible but you can hear me,' crap. Either be here in person or GO HOME." My temper flares.

I catch movement in the corner of my eye. As I turn, a little boy appears in my view, making me slightly suspicious. "Mommy?" They ask without even a hint of how a little kid should speak. There's no baby slur, just the word itself.

But with his black-brown hair and blue-gray eyes, Ican't deny him as he runs at me, grabbing me around the waist and hugging me as if I were his lifeline.

"Thank you, mommy." At the last word, the boy's voice changes, becoming deeper, older, and more sophisticated.

He looks up at me and grins, showing off two razor sharp canine. Eyes flashing blood red, I start shrinking. No, wait, he's growing, aging, until I am encircled in the arms of a black haired, blue eyed senior (I'd guess his age).

Correction; a black haired, blue eyed demon.

His lips turn up into a grin once more, but this time it's not a playful grin. No, this time it more resembles a smirk, and his eyes sparkle dangerously. However, my mouth opens and says something that loosens his grip with shock and takes the smirk and sparkle right away.

"Get your hands off my body before I hurt you with a rubber chicken, you cake sniffing fromage eater."

Taking his distraction for granted, I knee him in the stomach (I am NOT that mean) and start running in the other direction. That's when my conscious kicks in.

You could've pushed him off when he was still a little boy.

But he was so cute I just couldn't! And how was I supposed to know he was a demon?

He called you 'Mommy'

It was adorable! ANYWAYS, what do I do now?

RUN! Run like the cops were after you!

That gets me going. Running faster, I realize I really don't care where I end up, as long as it is far away from him. The further away from that demon, the better.

Maybe I should explain to you how I know he's a demon…

Nah, you can wait.

I don't know when it got there, but there is a door on one of the walls. I now face a door as dark as the carpet.

'Where does this go?'

'Does it matter? OPEN IT!'

I shrug, then listen to my conscience. Behind me, the room darkens as the door opens. I step inside….

As my eyes open, I notice three things. One, I am now in my room with my normal clothes on. Two, my legs are sprawled as I sit against my wall. And three? The black-haired, blue-eyed demon is upside down right in front of me.