Eddie Munson/ Steve Harrington Imagines+ Preferences

CAMPAIGN- PART FOUR

That night when you get home, you're drained and sleep deprived, but you're scared to go to sleep, it's not the waking up and seeing things that's the issue, it's the nightmares.

You take a few sleeping pills before getting into bed, pulling the duvet up before you're eyes finally close.

You feel yourself tossing and turning, kicking the sheets and a sweat breaking out. A rather deadly nightmare of falling has you shooting up in bed, feeling confused and discombobulated your eyes roam around in the darkness, making figures of the usual things in your room.

A sound comes from outside your window, like a bin falling over, you're not used to the sounds of lively neighbours at, you check the time, 3 AM.

Sighing, you slowly get up, making your way towards the window, reluctantly your brain yells at you, telling you not to do it, but your feet move on their own, as if you have no control.

Outside, the street is empty, no dustbins were rolling around, no kids outside, just an ominous fog, even though its early spring time. The lights flicker in the street, first the one at the end of the road, then the next one, all coming closer and closer.

You scramble back to your bed, only to find it isn't your bed at all, it's ripped and bloody, with bugs crawling out of the shreds, huge fat worms writhe around your pillows. You whimper, and dash for the door.

Instead of entering the hallway, you end up inside an unknown room, it looks like a trailer, with odd knick knacks here and there, a wall of hats and a kitchen area. Your eyes take it all in, wondering how your mind could conjure up such a place, when your gaze lands on a familiar figure.

A girl from school, what's her name? The cheerleader, Chrissy, stands completely still, her back to you.

"Hello?" You gently call out, not wanting to scare her. To your surprise she doesn't acknowledge you. Frowning you slowly step towards her, but suddenly she begins to float into the air.

What. The. Shit.

You step back, fear finally consuming you, your body freezes and all you can do is watch as she lifts to the ceiling. You're eyes widen and you can't breathe. You can't move. You can't think.

The sound of bones snapping jerks you awake, a scream lodged in your throat as you thrash around, fighting the covers. You're eyes flick around, and the slight light coming from your curtains tells you it's daylight. Your room is back to normal, no bugs, no figures, no flickering.

You shiver even though you're sweating, and an odd feeling of something being really wrong coats you like a second skin.