The Journey Of A Silver Wolf [WATTY'S 2017]

Chapter Three: The Dreams

Chapter Three:
The Dreams

"Come to me..." he whispered.

A chill went down my spine. I could barely see anything. The broken shards of glass glowed in the dark as the moonlight reflected off them. I couldn't understand where I was. It looked like my house, but only about 50 years older. The place was completely run down. Graffiti hugged the walls like a lost friend as the strings of dust hung down the ceiling. At least, what was left of it.

I sneezed as the dust overwhelmed all of my senses. I felt a pop in my ear, which only made me groan. Whatever this prank was, was not cool.

It's not like you have any friends, Ashley.

I pursed my lips and decided to head to my room. The only problem was that the stairs were not there anymore. There were creaks and cracks, and a couple of missing steps.

"Come to me..." I heard the whisper again.

I stopped right in my tracks when I heard a sudden pair of footsteps behind me. I slowly bent over and grabbed the small wooden railing that was left from the stairs. It was about the size of half of my arm.

The footsteps started getting louder, and so did my breathing. I tried to keep it under control, but all that did was make my vision blurry. As soon as the footsteps felt close enough, I turned my body around and swung the railing, hoping I would hit something, but there was nothing there to my shock.

"Come to me..." I heard behind me, making me turn around again in a swift motion.

The priest I saw two days ago was so close, that I could feel his nose against mine. My breath caught in my throat. His eyes were white and there was no iris or pupil to be seen. He seemed as if he were in some sort of trance. It was as if he were here and not here at the same time.

This gave me a chance to get a better look at him. The moonlight shone directly onto him as if the moon knew that he was the emphasis of this night. I straightened my posture and dropped the railing. His beard was very neat. I could see some gray hairs here and there, but anyone would agree, that he is some handsome priest. Old, but handsome.

"Silver—"

"Ashley!" I heard someone shout my name.

I gasped for air as I shot up with my eyes the size of golf balls. I looked around, sweat dripping from my forehead and my nails digging into the skin of my palm.

"Ashley!"

Everything was back to normal. The wood looked clean, there was no dust, the wallpaper wasn't torn off, there was no graffiti anywhere, and even the air was fresh.

"Priest..." I gasped for air.

I turned around, but only found Faith, looking at me with a deep frown on her face. With a shaky hand, I wiped the sweat off my face.

"I'm fine. I just need a shower." I swallowed harshly.

Faith just nodded and left the room, thankfully closing the door behind her. The sudden alarm nearly made me jump out of my vessel. It was already 8 AM. I had to get ready to get to work.

The dream took a toll on me, but I wasn't going to let that ruin my day. I would've never thought that that priest freaked me out so much that I started dreaming about him. I shrugged the dream off as a nightmare and made my way to the bathroom.

Nothing was stopping me today.

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