My Dream Book

February 22

I was walking around the school, just lapping it. I decided to go back to my class.

I opened the nearest door, and stepped into a blank room. It was... blank. White walls and floors, no furniture, nothing. The door closed itself behind me.

"Should haves seen that coming..."

I turned around, but the door was now a part of the white walls. "Fucking great..." I turned back around, but the room was no longer empty.

A little duck was standing in the ground. "Um... hey, ducky..."

I wasn't even fazed when it responded back, "Hello Roger."

"Who are you?"

"You don't know?"

"No..."

"Really? You speak of me quite often, to the girl."

"I would know if I talked about a duck to a girl."

"I'm the bad thoughts you tell her about."

I frowned. "Why are you a duck?"

"I don't know."

"If I killed you, would you stop bothering me?"

"No, but you're welcome to try."

Suddenly I was holding a shotgun. I aimed it at the duck, and pulled the trigger without a second thought. When the smoke cleared, the duck was gone.

Time lapse.

I'm lapping the school again, headed towards the pool. I enter the pool deck, and a duck is swimming around in the water. It looked right at me.

"You can't kill me, Roger. I'm in your head. And I will never, ever, stop haunting you."

I woke up, bad thoughts flooding my mind...