A/N: Hello, everybody! Thank you for all the lovely reviews, specially from FloynterXxx and LeilaTheGalaxyDefender, your support has been amazing! I'll update my other stories soon, I promise. In this chapter, you have a bit of Dougie's point of view, and in the middle it kind of jumps to a few hours in the future, but it goes back to the time in the beggining. Enjoy, and please review:) Oh, and you'll have another Authour's Note in the end, as well as the replies to the reviews.

9th August, 2003, 4:26am

Tom woke up and looked around his room. It had been the second time that night he woke up after the usual nightmare, and, deciding it was enough, he got up, put a hoodie on, and went to the music room, hoping the post dream state would give him some inspiration to write or draw anything.

It was still very dark outside the house, and everybody except him was sleeping, so Tom walked around carefully, observing everything around him like it was the first time in there, feeling like it would be better to check everything out.

After all, Tom had got used to see unnatural things recently.

He still had no clue of what had happened to him some nights before, when he was awake, but couldn't move. So instead of playing music, Tom moved towards the computer and turned it on.

He opened a tab on Google and put his hands on the keyboard, but he found himself having no idea of what to write. After a few moments of thinking, he wrote 'paralyzed body during sleep' on Google's search bar and clicked Enter. Lots of results were immediate and the first one was a Wikipedia page named 'Sleep Paralysis'.

Tom clicked on the link and started to read.

'Sleep paralysis is a phenomenon in which people, either when falling asleep or wakening, temporarily experience an inability to move. More formally, it is a transition state between wakefulness and rest characterized by complete muscle atonia (muscle weakness). It can occur at sleep onset or upon awakening, and it is often associated with terrifying visions (e.g. an intruder in the room), to which one is unable to react due to paralysis. It is believed a result of disrupted REM sleep, which is normally characterized by complete muscle atonia that prevents individuals from acting out their dreams. Sleep paralysis has been linked to disorders such as narcolepsy, migraines, anxiety disorders, and obstructive sleep apnea; however, it can also occur in isolation. When linked to another disorder, sleep paralysis commonly occurs in association with the neuromuscular disorder narcolepsy.' He read, in a murmuring low voice.

It made sense for Tom. Maybe, with everything that was going on, the amount of stress he had had caused his sleep paralysis to happen. Tom looked back at the screen, but the Wikipedia page wasn't there anymore.

Another Word document.

'Nice to talk to you again Thomas.' He read. Taking a deep breath, he wrote too.

'Why do you keep talking to me?'

'I want you to do something for me.'

'What do you want from me?' Tom typed, before hearing a soft bang behind him. A black book had fallen from the top of one of the shelves. Shaking, Tom got up slowly from the chair and picked the book up, taking it to the desk where he sat down again. Closing the Word document and the Wikipedia page, Tom opened the little book, and, unlike the previous time he had checked, the yellow pages weren't empty.

There were two old looking pictures on the first page. The first one was a family portrait. A tall blonde man with blue eyes, wearing a suit with an arm draped around a shorter brunette woman's shoulders, who was looking down at two little girls. One of them was shorter, and looked about five or six years old, had short blonde hair and big brown eyes, and was smiling at the other girl. Tom felt a shiver run down his back upon seeing the other girl. It wasn't the same girl from his dreams. It was the other scared looking girl he had seen. Only she was smiling in the picture, wearing a blue dress, and her dark hair curlier than ever, like she had spent the day running around and playing.

The second picture had really bad quality. It was a picture from a house on flames. Behind the iron gates, Tom could see a translucid figure, smiling evilly. The little girl, the one that haunted his dreams.

9th August, 2003, 9:47am

Dougie smiled and leaned his back on the sofa next to Harry and Danny. It had been two days since he had arrived to the McFly band house, but he was already getting on incredibly well with Danny and specially Harry. Tom had seemed nice enough to him in the auditions, but he had been really distant and quiet in the house, rarely joining the others except while eating and writing songs. Dougie thought Tom was probably having some sort of family or relationship problem at the moment, and hoped they could become good friends eventually, like what was happening with Danny and Harry.

Dougie also loved being in the house. It was a nice escape from his own family problems. Nothing had ever been the same since his father had left two months before: his mother and sister were always sad, and did not have much, as Sam Poynter's job wasn't exactly a well paid one. Now, being in a signed band would mean Dougie could actually help his family, give them a better life, while he escaped the hard times at his house while working in what he loved the most: playing bass. So Dougie thought he had a good reason to be especially happy that day.

'It's Doctor Who!' Harry exclaimed, putting his cereal plate on the coffee table as he payed more attention to the TV.

The episode was almost finishing when, suddenly, Dougie saw a piece of paper fly across the living room and landing on his knee. Danny and Harry didn't seem to notice anything. Frowning, he picked it up. The paper was old looking and yellow, and a single sentence was written on it.

'From now on, you can run, but I'll always find you.'

9th August, 2003, 5:32am

Tom closed the book, shaking, and put his head in his hands. The whole situation was getting out of control. He had been receiving clues and signs and more clues and more signs, but he couldn't really find the connection between them.

By now, he was pretty sure he wasn't imagining things, and that the girl was a ghost. But what else? For some reason, she had stepped into his life and changed him. Tom felt more different than he ever had before. Besides not having smiled once in the previous weeks, he felt tired and grumpy all the time, like nothing was worth it. Not even the band. The nights were definitely the worst. Because he, an eighteen year-old, was scared of falling asleep.

He opened the book again, and studied the picture of the fire once again. Some of the trees were scarily familiar to him, and only after some minutes of observing, Tom realized the house in flames was the band house. Looking back at the picture above, he noticed something had been written under the picture, but he was sure it hadn't been there before.

'Catchpole family, August, 1924'

The date would explain the bad quality the pictures had. Tom glanced at the photo with the house in flames, and turned the page. Unexpectedly, the second page wasn't empty either. It had old looking newspaper news with a medium sized headline.

'House set on fire with girls inside by schizophrenic parents in North London'

'Last Friday, 30th November, the Catchpole family house was set on fire with two children inside: Lilith May Catchpole and Rose Catherine Catchpole, of eleven and five years old respectively. Some unidentified neighbours reveal that they saw Edith and Dean Catchpole, parents of the little girls, running away from the house, looking neither scared of desperate at the fact their daughters were dying inside their house. The police caught them about three miles away, and they are both waiting their trial. Unidentified sources revealed that both adults have schizophrenia, which would have caused their behaviour. One of the girls, Rose, was found dead, in the kitchen, while Lilith's body was nowhere to be found. The funeral is going to be next Saturday, 6th December.'

And then Tom remembered: the smell of fire some nights before. The screams, forever recorded in his head. But only one voice had been heard. Tom didn't know why, but he had a feeling it was Lilith's. The girl he was seeing everyday in his nightmares.

A/N: The sleep paralysis is a real phenomenon. I had it once, and it's awful. It's, well, like Tom says in this chapter. Basically, your mind is awake, but your body is still sleeping, and you usually hear voices and see weird things, it's extremely scary.

LeilaTheGalaxyDefender: I think the spooky stuff gets clearer in this chapter. But more is yet to come! Hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for reviewing :)

FloynterXxx: It will be mostly Tom having the scary experiences, but the others will have a bit of it too evntually. Thank you for reviewing :)