The Whispers

3.

Returning nightmares only shadows. We'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now.

For some odd reason, she could not close her eyes and sleep. It's as if there is something telling her to stay up. She felt something in her gut, whispering her to not sleep.

The moon light illuminates the tree outside her window, casting odd shadow shape. especially the corner of her room. Like the way it looks like a girl is sitting on her mirror drawers. Wait....

"Who are you and why are you in my room?"Chloe question. She's really unsure if she should be scared or confuse that someone is in her room. The girl turn and Chloe gasp- it's the same brunette from the dream; the one who was slumped by the corner.

The brunette reach out,"please help me."The brunette whimper,"she's cold and lost." Chloe grip her sheets, what is going on? Why is she seeing her when she took her medication? She's suppose to not see things that aren't there when she takes her pills, is she going crazy? "Help me find her."The brunette cries out."Please she's lost! I need her- I can't find her."

"H-Help her how?"Chloe stutter. She shiver, noticing how cold the room temperature is.

"Newspaper! 1952's newspaper! Please she's scare and alone! I need her with me!" Confusion  is what filled Chloe's mind. She open her mouth to ask what that means, but the girl was gone.

'1952's Newspaper? Where the hell do I get that?'
She shakes her head and lie back down. She bite her bottom lip, knowing exactly where she might be able to get one. With that thought in her head, she closed her eyes and allow slumber to take over her...

~

Is it possible for the same nightmare to occur? That is what Chloe wonders because once again woke due to the loud sound of a pulled trigger from a loaded gun, she wondered that. Once again she awoke with the same nightmare from the night before. Emily and Stacie. Those names were announced in her nightmares again. She has to get to the bottom of this.

So, she dressed, grab her backpack and ran down the stairs.

"Where are you going?"Her mother ask from the living room.

Chloe takes a step back from the door,"School."She lies. 

That's when her father voice,"Haven't you heard? School has been cancelled for a week due to the stabbings."

Stabbings?

"What stabbings?"She questions. Her parents looks at her weirdly.

"Darling, it's been on the news that they found three girls dead by multiple stabs wounds by broken mirror glass."Her mother explains.

"And that's not the first time something terrible as that happen."Her father said.

"What do you mean not first time?"Her mother asked.

"Apparently in the 90's there was a school shooting involvin-"

"-Never mind can I go to the library?"Chloe cut her father off - she has to figure this out. She needs to see if this whole thing is in her head or anything of the other outcome.

They bid her goodbye and she exit her home. She prepare herself to walk but her bike lay on the grass. How did Beca carried her and her bike?

Speaking of Beca,

"Hey Chloe!"She turn around to see Beca walking towards her. The brunette half jogs towards her, placing a hand on her bare shoulder. Chloe couldn't help but shudder from her cold hand. It's California, why is she so cold?"Where you're heading?"