The empty hallways echo against my footsteps, memorizing the Pat Pat of each paced step. The silence sends a shivering chill down my spine, almost as if it were creepy. Where am I? My mind rushes with thoughts of confusion and curiosity. Though I wasn't scared - because Amy Winters is never scared. With the marble floor shined to perfection, and the bright lights gazing down on my pale and freckled face, I knew right away that it was the 11th grade hallway of Reznik High - my school. Continuing to walk, I begin to peek around the corners, hoping to find an exit. But with each wall I turn, there's another hallway waiting for me to wander into it's midst. As if it were a never-ending maze. I begin to run my hand along the bright lines of the white concrete walls, it's smooth but yet bumpy surface slipping past my fingers gently. And then I hear it. A smooth, but yet chilling whisper.
"Amy..." Hissing quietly, the voice begins to repeat itself, getting louder "Amy.. Amy.." Shuttering to myself but clenching my fists as I whip around, staring at the blank and empty hallway, searching for the noise. My feet begin to quicken their pace as my eyes dart around in silence, feeling the sound getting louder. Getting closer.
As I turn the corner, I feel my eyes widen in horror. With lightning reflexes I whip my hand up to hide a gasp of shock. There, in the middle of the hallway, sits a girl around my age, with her hair tangled into knots and her skin as pale as paper. She shuffles around in her light red torn dress that's blotched with a crimson color - blood, I assume. The groans and silent weeps of the girl flood the hallway and break the silence. As my mouth opens to speak I feel a tug around my neck like a rope, quickly making me choke on my own air. As I watch everything fade away, I begin to shut my eyes, feeling the weight of gravity pulling me down, and the girl disappears.
I quickly flash my eyes open and gasp for a breath, perking up head up that was previously rested on my 'History of America' book. Was it... Just a dream? I whip my head around and begin to hide my face as I notice a few of my classmates staring at me in surprise, heat beginning to fill my ears in embarrassment. Though, to my relief, my teacher - Mrs. Chanson - never stops rambling about the Louis and Clark expedition. I must've drifted off to sleep and she never even noticed. Letting out a sigh, I take a nervous glance up at the clock. "2:36" it reads, making me groan silently in protest. Four more agonizing minutes until this horror called 'School' is finally over. Please... Just put me out of my misery. Picking up my pencil and beginning to twirl it around in my fingers boredly, my eyes wander towards the window, staring at the bright sun shining down upon the white and blinding snow, making it glow. My thoughts begin to daze to the back of my mind, fishing out reason on what that dream was about, and why I had it?
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Phantom's Fears
FantasyAmy Winters is a normal 11th grade girl that goes to a normal High school. She lives a normal life with a normal family, and normal friends... Or so she thought. As she begins to experience shocking visions of the dark days ahead, she must do somet...
