A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, they make me really happy! The replies are in the end of the chapter. Here's chapter 3, I know it's a bit rubbish, but I've been really busy with school stuff, and I'm surprises that, even updating this often I am having nice grades. Well, enjoy :)
20th July, 2003, 3:26am
Tom woke up in the middle of the night suddenly to the sound of something banging against the wall.
Danny was sleeping soundly next to him, half tangled in the red blankets, and seemingly unaware of how cold the room was. Paralyzed in fear, Tom watched as the door opened and revealed the same weird glow he had seen the night before. This time, it was whiter than the previous time, and it had some kind of shape, big enough to occupy a human form. Although whatever was glowing was in front of Tom, he was feeling someone watching him from behind. The blonde wanted to move, but he couldn't. The glow made his head hurt, as if it was slowly damaging his eyes, but Tom couldn't bring himself to stop looking, scared that somehow it could hurt him if he closed his eyes or turned away. The thought of waking Danny up crossed his mind; however, something inside him stopped him from doing so.
In about a millisecond, the door slammed shut with such intensity that Tom felt the bed shake, and Danny shift beside him.
'Wha's goin' on?' Danny whispered groggily, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
'There was some-'Tom was going to start his explanation about the ghostly glow, alien, or whatever it was, but then noticed Danny had strangely fallen asleep after a few seconds. Tom took a deep breath, feeling a strong shiver run down his back, and grabbed Danny's wrist, so he could feel safer, and maybe, just maybe, sleep for the rest of the night.
25th July, 2003, 10:14am
'Hurry up, Danny, he will arrive any minute now!' Tom called from downstairs. Danny rubbed his eyes, regretting have drunk so much the previous night as he felt his headache getting more and more intense as he got up. Harry would arrive today from his holidays with his family, and they couldn't wait to have the complete band living in the house.
Danny walked in his wardrobe, looking for his favourite t-shirt. The black cloth bag was still there. Danny hadn't remembered that since the first day at the house. He picked it up, and started to open it. It was probably a silly idea, the bag should be empty, but Danny soon concluded he was wrong. Inside the bag, there was some kind of black cloth with light blue bits, like it had been entirely blue once, but had been burnt at some point. Frowning, he took the cloth of the bag and examined it. It looked like a dress. An old, dirty and burnt dress. And strangely enough, the smell indicated that it had been burnt recently.
'DANNY! GET HERE NOW! BREAKFAST IS READY!' Although his headache was really bothering him, Danny chuckled at how Tom could really sound like his Mum, when he called him to go eat.
'It won't be a minute!' He replied. Looking one last time to the weird dress, he walked out of the room, deciding not to tell anyone about it, as he was sure simply thinking about what he had found would bring him scary nightmares.
Tom was feeling great today. The perspective of your dreams slowly coming true can help you seeing life in the most positive way. It wasn't only because of Harry's arrival he was feeling so well. He was in a good mood, because he had slept better than he had in weeks. It had been five days since he had seen the weird light in his room. He had to admit it was really strange, and he didn't have an explanation for that, but he wasn't scared anymore. Tom truly believed things would start looking up now, especially with the 'thing' out of his life. Danny shuffled to the kitchen, rubbing his temples and still wearing his boxers and an old t-shirt.
'Do we have aspirins?' He moaned as he sat on a chair, and crossed his arms on the table. Tom rolled his eyes, handing him some tablets and a glass of water, getting a muttered 'thanks' as a reply.
'You'll have to change after breakfast. Harry is going to bring loads of stuff from his house, and we'll have to help him, and after that, we need to go to town and pick a whole drum set, because the one he has is rubbish, and I'm thinking about getting a new guitar, because-'
'Please, please shut up Tom, I'm not in the mood at all. Just leave me alone for ten minutes, and then I'll be good and fresh to start the day.'
'Okay, okay, Mister Grumpy, I'll leave you to it.' Tom smiled, sitting down next to the brunette and eating his toast. Danny looked up, half frowning, half smirking.
'You look extremely happy today.' He commented, and Tom shrugged. 'Giovanna wasn't here last night was she?' Danny smirked, a perverted grin on his face.
'I just slept really well last night, and I feel great.' Tom took another bite of his toast, smiling wider.
Tom and Danny had their busiest day since they had moved to the band house.
Harry had arrived at about ten in the morning, carrying, as Tom had predicted, a high number of boxes with clothes, drumsticks (filling almost an entire box!), posters, books, CD's, his laptop, and other things he had at his old room in his house, and the three boys tidied up the room until lunch time, deciding to leave the rest for later. After eating, they went to the nearest music shop, where they spent the whole afternoon choosing Harry's new drum set, while Tom picked a new guitar (as a late birthday present for himself).
25th July, 2003, 17:48pm
'God, how many CD's do you have, mate?' Danny asked, surprised with the ridiculous amount of records his bandmate possessed. They were just doing the final decorations in Harry's room, planning to set Harry's drums later, in the music room. On the floor, there were only a few boxes left to unpack, all of them filled with CD's, including Blink-182, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Guns N' Roses, The Used, The Beatles and other rock bands Harry liked. Tom was piling up the records on Harry's desk, trying not to occupy the whole table (which he didn't succeed).
'Oh, I forgot this one.' Harry picked up one of the boxes from the floor, which contained a few more t-shirts. He was going to start and put the rest of his clothes on his wardrobe, but Tom stopped him.
'Let me handle that, and go help Danny with your records. If you want to have all of them tomorrow, that is. I swear Dan is the most accident prone person I've ever met.' Tom advised, and Harry nodded, rushing to Danny's side. Tom started to take the t-shirts of the box and pile them up in Harry's bed, and opened the closet, discovering a small drawer inside, close to the floor, and perfect to fit the t-shirts.
As he opened the drawer, he felt a shiver run down his back, and cold air coming from the bottom of the wardrobe. Pushing away some of his friend's jeans, he discovered a small black book. Tom looked at Harry and Danny (who were having a deep conversation about their musical idols) to check they weren't looking, and took it off the closet. The cover was entirely black, and thought it could be a diary. Frowning, he put the book on his jacket's pocket, and decided to examine it later. And surely, his fear of whatever was in that house, was coming back.
26th July, 2003, 5:26am
Silence. Not even the buzz he had felt before was there, and Tom was sure that if a water drop fell a kilometre away, he would hear it. For a second, everything was dark, but the scenario changed to a long corridor, with candles on the wall, emanating dim light, at least enough for Tom to see himself in the mirror at the end of the hall. He didn't know why, but he was walking towards it, unsure of every step he took. When he was about a meter away from the mirror, he realized how rotten the corridor walls were, and how the mirror was so filthy. Something clouded his ears, making him hear wind-like sounds inside his head. Hearing footsteps behind him, Tom wanted to look behind, but he couldn't. Focusing on the mirror, he saw it.
There was someone behind him.
He closed his eyes and opened them again. He was alone in the hall. However, in the mirror, there was a little girl in front of him, smiling. It wasn't an innocent smile, though. It was the kind of smile people did after knowing they had enough power to make the others do whatever they wanted. She was wearing a perfect blue dress that went down to her knees, black doll shoes with white socks, and she didn't look more than a nine year-old. She wasn't ugly at all, although Tom thought she had something sinister on her. Her pale blue eyes looked dull and lifeless, and her dark, straight hair bounced lightly as she moved her hands to the mirror.
The silence returned, and everything blacked out for a few moments again. The corridor where he had been just seconds before was mirrored, and the reflection of the girl stared at him. But his own reflection wasn't there anymore.
Waking up, Tom's heart was beating so fast, it was making his chest ache. It was still dark outside, but Tom wouldn't feel safe in bed anymore either, so he got up from his bed and went to the garden in the backyard with a notebook and a pencil, and started to draw some flowers. Lilies.
LeilaTheGalaxyDefender: Good to know you have enjoyed it! It's good to know that someone's actually reading this. Thanks!
NeonDouche: Oh, supernatural experiences... I've had a few ones too! Like weird shadows and other little freaky things that make me stay awake at night. Well, Harry's already here, and Dougie will come on the next chapter, or maybe on the fifth one, I still haven't written that yet. I'm glad you're enjoying it!
