To Dwell In Nightmares and Dreams

Flower

Stiles saw no option but to sit down, patting the floor next to him so the girl would copy him, she complied, though sitting much closer to him than he intended.

They sat there for a couple of minutes, both unsure what to do next.

So was this it?

Maybe Stiles thought irritably I'll die of boredom even before I can get the cure.

He looked down on the ground, noting how dusty it was.

Maybe it was just a long forgotten childish instinct still inside him but without much thought he reached out and began to draw a face with his fingers in the dust.

The girl peered at it then seemed to look more cheerful as she copied him, then looked at him like she was expecting approval.

Stiles blinked, staring at the wonky copy in the dust for a second, a sudden realisation came to him, wait! They couldn't talk but...!

The girl had never talked to him before but she seemed old enough to know how to write or at least a little bit.

He wrote in the dust next to her copy of what he had done.

I like your drawing.

He looked at her reaction to see if she had understood.

Her smile widened and then she giggled.

Aha so she did understand-!

Suddenly her eyes widened and she seemed to freeze, the smile wiped from her face.

Stiles stiffened and slowly turned to where she was looking.

He covered his mouth in surprise as to not make a noise.

What the hell?

A hand was reaching for the girl from underneath the door.

But that wasn't all.

It was a shadow of a hand, with no owner...

Reaching across the floor.

Stiles reacted quickly, picking her up away from the reaching hand, knowing it likely would not be pretty if somehow it touched her, especially considering the writing on the floor?

It stopped where the girl had been and then slowly receded back underneath the door.

What the hell was that?

The girl let out a whimper then suddenly the shadow hand was back, stretching across the floor to their location. Stiles avoided it quite easily but if the girl hadn't noticed before hand and he had decided to ignore her reaction, Stiles shuddered a bit in thought.

He quickly wrote in the dust as he put her down silently while the hand slowly slipped back from behind the door.

Don't make a sound. Shadow reacts to sound.

The girl looked at him eyes wide in fear and her lip trembled but she still nodded.

Stiles smiled a little, glad she understood and glad they could finally comunicante.

What's your name?

He wrote in the floor.

She frowned then to Stiles surprise instead of writing her name, she drew a flower in the dust.

Mmm must be a type of flower Stiles thought, she probably doesn't know how to spell it.

But now as they can communicate he could finally ask her what he had wanted to ask since he met her.

I am sorry this will be a hard questions but I really want to know, it could have something to do with this curse, what happened to your parents?