What The Eye Doesn't See

Prologue -

It started when I was 7.

It was a normal night, my mother tucked me up into bed, brushed my curly blonde hair out of my eyes and kissed my pale cheek.

"Goodnight my little chick, see you in the morning."

"Night Mummy."

It took me a while but I finally drifted off to sleep.

I had the nightmare for the first time that night.

I dreamed about a person. A person that seemed unusually familiar. She was a 16 year old girl.

She had brown curly locks, a very long white nightdress and olive skin. She had no shoes or slippers on.

She was facing away from me so I called.

"Hello? Are you ok? Were are your slippers?" I called, worried about the smallest of things.

She turned around, she had hazel brown eyes and her smug smile spread alll across her face, I looked down, her hands were covered in blood and she held a pocket knife.

My brothers pocket knife.

I woke the next morning to find the kitchen scrapped and Bo, my beloved cat, dead.

My brothers pocket knife was found on the floor next to the cats dead body.

Now I am 18, turning 19 in 2 days, my blonde hair has changed into curly brown locks, my skin has tanned from very pale to olive since we lived in Spain for 3 years when I was 12. My eyes have always been hazel.

The dream still occurs everynight but since I was 16, the 16 year old girl has changed into a seven year old girl with pale skin and curly blonde hair.