Surviving A Dream

Chapter 10-Halloween

A week has passed. Her dreams became normal and so did her nights. Which scared Emma. As she also realised her parents were becoming distant, and cautious. They must have noticed she changed in those weeks. But they didn't ask her to explain. Clearly just judging off of one small thing. Which made her even more concerned. Did they have those nights too? They have never acted this way. But Emma tried to ignore it, it was for the best.

It was a Saturday, but it was special. It was Halloween. Emma loved Halloween. She thought it was way better than Christmas. It was because Christmas lost it's biblical meaning and just became an excuse to get expensive gifts and eat amazing food. But Halloween was always related with something 'spooky' or 'disgusting' which made Emma excited for it. She decided to forget about the dilemma with her parents, no-one is going to ruin her day. The one day she decides to be her full self. 

This year she dressed as a dead poet. She drew that the skin of her neck was missing and her eyes were drowsy. She carried one of Shakespeare's books, a fresh piece of parchment stuck to carboard so it was stiff and a quill. Just what a 1600's poet would need. She was proud of what she wore. She made it herself. Except the costume of course, she had her auntie sew that for her. Her friend, Amelia, Was a zombie cheerleader ( like every year ) and Oliver , who said he was awkward just because he didn't think she was going to be at the library, was a vampire poet. he kept repeating, " Hear yee, hear yee" and several quotes from hamlet. While Amelia was making random moves. It was fun for the rest of the time.

Emma came back at midnight. Fatigue was more present than her. She got tons of sweets and, surprisingly a lot of drinks. but she was ready to get to bed. So she got ready for bed, braided her hair and went to bed. Not afraid of a thing, a normal Halloween night. Until she heard it, a loud bang from downstairs. Was it? NO, it hasn't happenned for over a week. But she was too curious to explore.

As she came down, she saw nothing. Which confused her even more. How could the thing that made the noise run away so quickly. but she blocked out the questions and ran upstairs. But stopped by her parents door, she never saw them run out to see what the noise was. Maybe it was a joke all along? So she peeped through the crack in the door, expecting to see her parents sound asleep. But they weren't there. Only a nicely made bed, with the usual furniture. Nothing unusual to see.

For the next few hours, she sat on her bed and cried. Until, she heard a voice. Her mother's voice. Telling her to wake up and to, use her voice as a guide?  But why? Why should she go after her voice? But without hesitation, she followed it. Not bothered if it was a trap or not. She just wanted to wake up and get along with her day. But she got to the source of the voice. It was a radio, with a tape of her mum's voice. Of course it was. But then she opened the radio. To take out the tape that kept on talking and telling her to wake up. It frustrated her. But as she opened it. It was empty. Only a green light, but it wasn't a normal green light. She took it out and saw...