The old woman's steely grip was on my wrist, (yet again) and yellow smoke came from my hand.
I screamed, and my eyes opened to my sister's bushy hair. "Hey. HEY!" I yelled. It's not a pretty picture to have your sister's eyes peering into yours.
"You were screaming," she said gruffly. I prodded her palm to see if she wasn't a ghost. Apparently not.
Flinging my covers on her (she didn't appreciate it), I ran to my parents' bedroom, and found my dad sleeping next to my mom.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and walked back to my room, sweat dripping from my neck. It was the effect of the horror movie, I told myself.
But some instinct told me that it wasn't just that. Hugging my soft dolphin toy, (yes, I have a dolphin toy at the age of eleven. So sue me.) I closed my eyes, and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
The next day, at the market, I saw the same old woman buying knives. I shuddered, saying to myself that I was imagining. Then, when we came home, my dad suggested a trip to the national park.
It's just a coincidence, I told myself.
It's just a coincidence.
Boy, I was wrong.
We trekked, and the tour guide looked familiar (coincidence?).
And guess what happened. The exact same thing I dreamt of. Well, not exact, but it was slightly edited. It started raining, and I used my jacket as protection. My dad, sister, and the tour guide disappeared.
I was seriously debating whether to go in. If I stayed out here, I would freeze alive. If I went in, I would die of dismemberment. I chose dismemberment.
Well..... I considered choosing dismemberment, but before I could reach my decision, the old wooden door opened, and the old woman grinned at me. She used her line, "I've been expecting you...." which I still thought it was creepily stalker-like.
I couldn't say, "I don't like pumpkin soup," before she hit me on the head, and I passed out (AGAIN!).
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A Prophetic Dream- A Short Story
Fantasy*A short story from the Avatars series. I suggest you read those books first* You know Aranya had prophetic powers right? But when did they manifest? How did they? And where? She vaguely answers those questions her friends ask in the first book. Thi...
