Life is normal. You're going to the same school with your triplets, just a couple of "minor" family issues in the background, but other than that, it's normal.
You develop small feelings for a new kid, which you know he doesn't feel back because he'...
I opened my eyes to see Tyler's face, but... something was wrong. It didn't feel right. I tapped his shoulder, telling him to put me down. He did. When my feet touched the ground, I saw that we were in Savannah, on the sidewalk. ...Wait.
I blinked and everyone was gone. All the lights were red as I walked through the light shop, the carriage was randomly stopped, the graveyard was extra spooky, and the face paint stand was empty. The Sorrel Weed House was 10 times spookier.
This is just a dream, right?
I walked through the Sorrel Weed house.
Of course it's a dream! It'd be weird not to dream about what happened today after what happened. Let's just pray it's not a nightmare.
Something thudded behind me, making me jump and whip around. I'm on the bus again.
I sighed and slumped into my seat.
I hate lucid dreams... it makes everything seem so real.
What if I just...
I slapped myself.
"Shit-" that hurt. Come to think of it, my arm hurts so bad, but I've been trying to ignore it.
I looked at my arm, only to see a small bleeding hole through it. My eyes widened.
"AH!" I yelled as something yanked on my leg. I looked down, only to see a black figure with neon white eyes staring up at me with a grin. "What the fu-"
My leg was yanked again and I jerked into a sitting position.
I was in the hotel.
I was safe in the bed. Taylor stirred beside me, and then squinted at me. "..Thay? You okay?"
"Hm? Oh yeah, just a bad dream."
Ashlyn opened her eyes as well, sitting up. "What happened?"
Taylor peered at our left and right arms. "What happened to your arms?"
"What do you-" I looked down at my left arm, and paused. The hole is still there? I must not be awake yet? "A-ah, should we get some bandages? Or the teachers?" she asked worriedly.
"No it's okay," Ashlyn said. I nodded.
"We can get up. I just might need a couple of stitches, and her a few band-"
Ashlyn lifted up the blanket, only to reveal a black figure with neon white eyes grinning at me, holding onto my ankles.
We screamed. Loudly.
Ashlyn kicked it, which caused it to tug me under the covers. I managed to grab Taylor's hand. She tried to pull me up, and Ashlyn ripped the covers off, kicking the creature enough times to where it finally let go, leaving a scratch on my bad ankle.
