The Conjuring

Vision

I yawned, bid KL goodnight, and ended our video call. Shutting my laptop, I got myself up from my desk chair and got in bed. I thought about our Darkiplier fanfic that we had finished and smiled. It was pretty freaking bad ass in my opinion and definitely was one of the best I had ever written. I closed my eyes tired and happy.

I stood in the middle of a field of white roses in a white dress. "Little creator you have sealed their fate." A voice spoke. "You are the light to the dark now dear child. You have made them real." The voice said. "Made who real?" I asked. "Little girl you don't what you are. But soon you will." The voice said. I moved toward the voice but I felt something wet on my foot. Looking down I saw the crimson beneath my feet. That's when I saw the eyes of a corpse staring back at me. I looked around the field in horror, the mutilated dead surrounded me. "Their blood is on your hands little girl." The voice said.

I woke with a start and stared at the wall. What the fuck was that? As I sat, the image of that corpse whose eyes I had stared into haunted my mind. Sure I was imaginative but this, this was something else that I had never ever experienced the likes of. I attempted to reassure myself it was nothing. I mean it was a dream what the hell could it possibly mean? It couldn't mean anything right?