Once Upon A Nightmare

Charpter One

Chapter One

I keep running my bare feet thudding against the forest floor, my heart pounding though my chest, my veins pumping with adrenaline. It was chasing me, I was afraid of it so I kept running, fear running though my brain, my sleeve of my t-shirt caught on a branch ripping it. There was a log up ahead, not to high I could jump it. Approaching it I jumped and boy was I wrong it was too high, my foot caught it and I went down hitting the ground hard. I coughed out blood and gasped for air; a rock sucking the breath out of me and wouldn't give it back. Cold fingers wrapped around my foot and dragged me turning me around dragging me farther from the log. No matter how hard I struggled and screamed it wouldn't let go. Then it happened, the hands lifted me off the ground and the dark muscular male figure held me in his arms. His face was hidden as he leaned down and whispered into me ear.

"I'm sorry," Then the dark figure sat me down by a running

river the current was strong I could tell just by the sound. I continued to struggle as my hands and feet were binded then I was blindfolded. I was lifted again and then dropped into the cold rushing water. I tried to fight the current while trying to fight against the ropes, the blindfold fell as I was aloud one more gasp of air and freedom then went back under forever...

I woke up tears running down my cheeks, sitting up I shivered wiping them away. Again with that dream every night for the past week, I don't understand it what is the meaning behind it. I looked around my sad pathetic room; the bed sat in the corner next the window with the black curtains hiding the room from the cruel morning light. I turned to my phone on the bedside table the green light blinked continuously warning me that I had at least one message, the grandfather clock's endless ticking was the only thing heard though out the house. Mom wasn't home; this wasn't a surprise she was always gone on work, being a fashion designer and a model companies' manger she was always out of town doing something that involved work. I sniffled and wrapped myself in my fuzzy fake fur black blanket. That dream again, what does it mean? I looked towards the door and slowly gets out of bed. Zac stood up from his spot in the corner, which made me jump a little forgetting about him.

"Sorry that you had to deal with that Zac," I ran my fingers though my hair and he gave me a sad look with worry in his eyes "You know, you could just tell me what it means" He just shook his head and looked down. I sighed and a twitch of a smile showed on his face then faded again. I smiled and opened my door shuffling slowly into the hallway. The woodwork floor was cold against my bare feet as I walked down the spiraling staircase and upon reaching the kitchen the woodwork changed into cold marble. I opened the fridge looking though the food, milk and cookies sounded good. I pulled frosted sugar cookies and a glass out of the cupboards and poured a glass of milk. Zac appeared in the far corner of the kitchen and sat down in a chair at the table. Zac wasn't alive but he wasn't quite yet dead either, his soul never seemed to move on and he can hold a physical form for as long as he wanted. I sat down across from him and smiled lightly. He looked at me knowing that I wasn't ready to start the day. It was summer time so it wasn't like I had to go to school I just felt so alone when the only people I talk to are dead. Nibbling on a cookie I stared at the glass tabletop staring off into space then snapped back to reality when the doorbell ringed, echoing through the house. I stood up and walked towards the front door and rested my hand on a baseball bat as I checked though the peephole in the middle of the door. The door barely ever rang since we lived out in pretty much the middle of nowhere, a tall man stood outside the door looking around. I slowly opened the door keeping the chain lock still locked.

"Hello? Can I help you sir?" The man turned to the door and grinned. I couldn't tell it was a kind smile or a mischievous one, either way one wrong move from this guy and it was a bat to the jaw.

"Are you Michelle? Hunter nameRoxy?"