Dreaming Dead

Chapter 2

It started so darkly. I could see nothing but blackness. Suddenly things came into focus.

It was a dark house, resting peacefully but covered in shadows. The moon in the sky was also covered in clouds which occasionally scattered giving moon light some place to shine. Some stars glistened. A single street light was throwing some light. But then it blinked twice and went out like it has also gone to sleep like others. The whole street went pitch black. Not a single person or animal was in sight.

And then the scene changed.

The room was dark. Nothing was completely visible. Only a little moon light came through the open window by the side of the bed, accompanied by the cool breeze. The shadows were dark and they look like they were moving. It looked like that someone has just picked up a scene from a horror movie and placed it there.

Some girl was lying on her bed. It was Emma. I knew that her parents weren't home, I don't know how, but I knew. She was all alone.

Suddenly, the telephone from the hallway rang, sending waves of such loud sound everywhere. Emma for a moment silently prayed that this awful ringing would stop, but was granted with no such luck. She dismally scooted from her bed, wore her bunny slippers and entered the murky and shadowy hall way. The telephone continued to ring and she frustratingly picked up the ringing phone, not bothering to switch on the lights.

"Hello." She said, yawning and closing her eyes for a bit moment.

There was no reply.

"Hello?" She asked again and again but there was no reply.

Emma thought that this was a prank played by street kids who almost every night do this to every house. She was going to slam the receiver back to the phone, when suddenly somebody started to breath heavily in the phone, with police sirens at the background. Emma held on to the phone; determine once again to make out what was happening out there. She held tight on the receiver until her knuckles were completely white. As she was trying hard to listen what was happening, the line cut off.

Emma slammed the phone shut, on the same moment suddenly, a loud voice shook the ground like someone was breaking pieces of metals or hammering a portrait on the wall. Emma suddenly shocked, looked towards the roof, because that was where the voice seems to come,

Slightly scared, she moved towards the stair leading to the upper floor. It was all dark but she wasn't going to leave it like that. Whoever created that noise must be an intruder. Should I call the police? She thought.

I knew something was wrong, something terribly wrong. I want to shout at her, to stop her but no sound came from my mouth. I couldn't even move. It was like I was there and I wasn't there. I was seeing all this. My mind was registering it, but I could do nothing to stop her.

She moved a little closer to the stairs but sensed something and stopped. Now it was sure that there was someone upstairs.

Something moved and started to come down. Emma still rooted to the ground stood there for a moment and then quietly slipped away, hoping that whatever or whoever it was, hadn't seen her. She was beyond scared with every step she took, the shadow of horror and suspense darkened over her.

Now she was sure someone was coming down. The floor board covering her house creaked with every step it took, indicating her that danger was on its way. Emma went and hid behind the table which had the phone on it, her face streaming with thick tears. She was so much into sinister and horror she forgot that she can phone someone to help her.

She crouched down, trembling and shivering. What seemed ages ago, she stood up. After making sure no one was there, by moving her arms in the thick air to grab something, she started to move again towards the light switch, just to make sure. After all, maybe she had imagined all of it.

She started to make her way when she suddenly stopped. She has sensed something. She swiftly moved to face whatever was behind her.

There was no one. She let out a slow breath. Just her imagination.

Suddenly, a silver blade appeared out of nowhere just beside Emma's neck, and she screamed.

***

I woke up, screaming too. I screamed for a half a minute or minute until I realized it was nothing but a dream.

A horrible dream.

I sat in my bed and tried to think about the dream. It was Emma, she was alone, the phone, that hammering and the clattered of the glass, the knife, and somebody murdering Emma, but the harder I tried to concentrate on the dream, the faster the details slipped away from my mind like I was holding water in my hands.

I looked at the table clock and it was showing 7:00 am. Gladly I lay back on my bed. I have still thirty minutes to get up and get ready for the school. After a whole nine hour sleep my body still hurt. It was like I have finished running a marathon.

I tried to sleep again but it was hard, so not knowing anything better to do, I got up from my bed and got ready for the school thirty or now maybe twenty nine minutes earlier. My mind still racing in that dream, trying to understand what it meant, but making no progress. Every time I thought about it, my stomach dropped 1000 meters below. I pushed aside the dream from my mind, "It's only a dream." I thought, though I was still uneasy.

Dressed in my clothes, I went downstairs taking a note with me which stated:

'Mom I am going early for the school, I will tell the reason later. P.S I am taking the chocolate donut with me.'

I pasted it on the fridge door which had already so many things on it. Our family photos, other notes about going for grocery and one more which said 'Happy Birthday Dad!' made by me. A swam of memories came swimming in my head. Taking one more look at the fridge door, I opened it, grabbed a donut, which dad brought last night, picked up my bag and I was off to school now twenty five or twenty minutes earlier.