Sewing Scissors

Dreams

For the next few days, Opal stayed at my house. Her parents were putting her on house arrest to protect her, but she snuck out and was basically living with me. She slept in my bed, but she had a 2 foot rule. In my twin-sized bed, I had to stay at least 2 feet away. Obviously this was a rule I did not follow. But I think she was happy with that.

When I went to sleep, I couldn't stay still. In my dream, It had found Opal, and was taking her away from me. I woke up shaking, and she was gone. I ran around the house, and found nothing. Except for a note. It read:

666 Dead River Road, I can't sleep. I'm going to my favorite house to take some pictures, I'll be back at 12:00 am.

I turned, and looked at the clock. It read 2 am. Two hours after she was supposed be back. I threw on a coat, and ran out the door.

At the house from my dream, I ran through the door. The front of the house is un-appealing, with large, rotting columns. The whole house is painted a dark brick red, which is ironically the color of blood. The whole building was sagging, and could fall apart if you slammed the door too hard. It was a huge lot, with a big house to match it. And now, I was inside the house that not only haunted me, but my brother, and who-ever else It killed before.

"OPAL!" I shouted, although I already knew where she was. She was sitting, tied up, in the same place she was in my dreams.