SleepWalker

Chapter 1

Now

The alarm clock blared at precisely 7 am, just like it did every day. Darcy kept her eyes closed and began her daily confirmation. It was a routine her school counsellor had made her promise she would follow.
My name is Darcy Jones. That part was true enough.
I have many loyal and supportive friends. Not that she'd ever met them.
I have a loving family that cares about me. Maybe today her father would look at her instead of talking from behind a newspaper?
I am special.
Darcy opened her eyes, ready for another normal and boring day. Little did she know that the words 'normal' and 'boring' would never define her life again.

She dressed hastily and flew down the stairs. She was already late for the bus and her teachers didn't exactly love her.
"Hi Mom," she said as she entered the kitchen. Her mother was washing some dishes, her father reading a newspaper. Typical. Her lunch was on the table. This was the way it had been for the past sixteen years of her life. Well fifteen years and nine months but that's not the point.
"Don't wait up," a little joke. Her parents barely acknowledged her existence. Darcy figured most kids would see this as a blessing but to her it just felt like a tired joke. She scooped up her lunch and ran out.

"Oh crap," Darcy launched into a few choice swear words. The bus was long gone and now she had no choice but to walk to the school. Not only would she get there tired and sweaty but her teacher would probably give her detention. She considered walking back home, taking the day off. The world might have been very different if she had made that choice.

The road to school lead past an ancient house called the Wilson manor. It was actually just another old abandoned house but the locals believed it to be haunted by the soul of its previous owner. The place had been abandoned for years so Darcy was quite surprised to hear voices coming from inside.
At first she thought it was just some neighbourhood punks hanging out. But then she distinctly heard her name.
"Hello?" She called.
Darcy...
With a start, she realised that the sound wasn't a voice exactly. It was in side her head.
Hello Darcy...
The voice was cold, menacing. Part of her, the more sensible part, wanted to run away as fast as possible. But something, an irresistible force pulled her towards the house. She found herself pushing the creaky door open, making her way to the centre of the dilapidated living room. The voice was speaking again.
Rice bits...
That can't be right, she thought. The voice repeated itself.
Nice tits...
"Hey!" Darcy snapped. "Just cos you're in my head, doesn't mean you can talk about my, um, you know."
"Of course I can," this time the voice was physical. Darcy whipped around to face the source of the voice and almost had a heart attack. There, standing before her, was a tall man. Except, he wasn't a man at all. He had scaly red skin, horns and practically screamed 'I am the Devil'.