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Dreams Aren't This Vivid..

To the people reading my story → i love ya guyz! haha!

well I'm trying to make the chapters longer... not doing so well on that.. but i will try not to disappoint! thank you for reading ^_^ and please tell me if I should change the point of view from 3rd person to 1st.. I'm trying to figure out which would be a better choice..... anyway sorry that took so long... back to the reading! ^-^

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  The past couple days the feeling of being watched has become an every day thing. So has taking walks in the woods..you had this feeling, a sense that something was coming or was just waiting to be found...

  During one of your, now daily, walks you come across an odd smell... it wasn't very pleasant but to faint to identify its source. You turn to your right, into the woods where that smell was emanating from.

The deeper you walk the darker and colder it seems to get. The smell becomes increasingly stronger as you continue into the woods.ugh! What is that?! Its almost like -That is when u see it ..

  Hanging, impaled on a tree limb, was what should be a body. It was so mauled and bloody it was almost impossible to identify. The clothes are tattered and drenched with dark, drying blood. The over whelming oder of decaying flesh makes you take an involuntary step back, accompanied by an audible

squish! - pop!

What ever you stepped on popped and got on your pant legs."Ew!!" You look down at your pant leg and see a clear mucus like substance splattered on it and your shoes.

"Oh my go-" you trip backing up. Hitting your head on a rock, your vision blurs and darkens. Making you close your eyes automatically.

  No... don't black out.. I can't black out.... A splitting headache shoots through your head as you get the feeling of being lifted up. Whimpering from the pain you curl up and clutch your head.

You hear mumbling but don't bother trying to figure out who it is or what it said. Soon the mumbling grew quiet and a smooth walking motion began. What ever what carrying you was taking you somewhere. But where?

  Squinting you open your eyes trying to see who it is that is carrying you. Blinded by a beam of sunlight and bright white that made your headache worse, you shut them tightly again.

  Stressed and tired from what'd happened ,you turn your face to the warm chest of the one carrying you. Falling asleep to the soothing, almost soundless walking accompanied by a lonesome humming.

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Cold, dead, frozen eyes. Empty of all evidence of life...a flash of a bright red, silky tie.. tree limbs... crows... decaying flesh..... sunlight... grass...  black cloth... red and white rose.... a blank white face..

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Gasping you sit up in your bed, early morning sunlight streaming through your window. With a throbbing head you flop back down on your pillow, trying not to remember what you hope was just a weird dream...

============== Flash back ===============

  The bloody body. Impaled on the tree limb. Mauled almost beyond recognition.. falling... something carrying me... white and black... and a red and white rose....

==============end flash back=============

Shuttering and shaking your head you roll over, your nose meeting something foreign....

.... A red and white rose....

"No... this isn't possible.... it.. it was just a dream... a sick, twisted, nightmare." Your holding the rose in the morning light. All the veins of the petals are a bright red... though the silky petals are a pure, snow white. The stem...was an unearthly ebony...

  "How?... who??..." You trail off looking at your window. "Still locked..." You look back at the 'gift'. what's this supposed to mean? Am I next? Does it mean I'm a dead man walking??

You freeze. my my parents... You jump up and run through the house looking for them. Their cars are still here.. did... did he.. no IT take them? there's a crashing sound from the garage.'shit!'. "Mom?" You run to the door leading to the garage."Mom? Are you in here?" You peer in.. but can't see her.' Oh sorry honey did that wake you up?' She stands up from behind some stacked boxes. Relief floods through you." Where's dad? His truck is still here" You mom moves stuff out of the way as she works towards the door." Oh he took the motorcycle."  You smile at that. Your dad loved to ride that Kawasaki sportster around. " OK just wondering" You follow her out of the garage and into the kitchen." What are you making for breakfast?" You ask stretching. 'Oh that's pretty' she looks at your hands. Your still holding that rose." Oh Umm.. I found it.. when I went walking yesterday." Your mom looks sceptical.'OK.. what do you want for breakfast?'...

============later that day================

After breakfast you had gone to your room. You've been sitting in the bay window in your room, looking out the at the the trees, thinking.

Why didn't it hurt me?... I was venerable.. unconscious... it even brought me home and put me in bed.... along with... this. Holding the rose to your nose, you take a deep breath.

Its a very nice fragrance..... but.. why did he you shake your head. no IT. Why did it leave it here with me?