Hannah had just moved into a new flat after moving out of her parent's house to go to university. After a long day of moving heavy boxes that contained her huge collections of books and movies she sat down on her second hand sofa and flicked on her small TV. She sat for hours letting her strained muscles relax after her long day of work.
Eventually the windows grew darker and Hannah's eyes grew heavier. It didn't take her long to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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She was awoken by a fast, loud knocking on the door to her apartment. She grumpily looked at her phone with tired eyes and discovered that it was a little past three in the morning.
Who would be looking for her at this time in the morning?
She groggily pulled herself up from where she had fallen asleep on the sofa and stumbled to the door. Grabbing the handle she yanked it open and was about to accuse the person of waking her when she took in the sight in front of her.
It was a woman, no, a girl. A young girl. Her hair was long, dark and messy. Her face was pale and there were deep black circles under her eyes; but that wasn't the worst of it. As Hannah's eyes scanned further down her body she observed a thick red liquid leaking from a hole in her chest.
"Please help me," the girl whimpered.
Hannah hurriedly took the girl into her kitchen.
"Oh my god, what happened to you?" she asked shakily.
"It was my father," the girl replied, "I accidently tripped and I knocked his drink off of the table. He got mad and threw the kife he was using to eat his dinner at me."
"What? I'm calling the police." Hannah reached for her phone but the girl's pasty, skeletal hand stopped her.
"No, it's okay. They already got him." Hannah looked into the girls blank eyes and then down at the wound in her chest.
"Well I should call an ambulance then." But again her path was blocked by the girl's palm.
"No, it's too late." She protested calmly.
"What? No, don't say that. They will help you."
"They already tried, and failed."
"What do you mean?"
"Please, I'm dying, just sing for me?" So the girl closed her eyes and Hannah sung. She sung until the girl went limp. And then everything went black.
*******
The next thing Hannah knew she was awakening on the sofa. She stretched her arms above her head and swung her legs over the edge. Only then did she remember the dream.
She really needed to stop watching them scary movies.
She yawned as she entered the kitchen to flick the switch on the kettle and make some breakfast. She reached into a box on the counter, that she had not yet managed to unpack, and produced a small bowl into which she poured milk and cereal.
Sitting down at the table she noticed some half dry, blackish, thick liquid covering the surface.
Her heart stopped.
This couldn't be happening.
It was a dream.
Or was it?
She shot up out of her chair and searched the small kitchen for any sign of the mysterious girl from her dream. Her eyes landed on a thin slither of the dark liquid that lead into the living room. She apprehensively followed the trail through the kitchen door and past her couch. It stopped at the door the small girl had entered through the night before. Slowly, she unfastened the door and let it swing open to see if there was any sign of the girl on the other side.
But there wasn't.
Because it wasn't the door to her apartment.
It was a cupboard.
