Nightmares

No Way Out

"Ugh"I woke up, sore every where. I turned to see Heather there lying on the cold floor. The floor really was cold, like ice cold. I touched her and immediately pulled my hand back. She was as cold as ice. " Heather" I said. 

"Uh"...

I quickly turned her over and examined her. She was still alive. "Phew" "Are you okay?" 

"bleh" she said. I giggled to myself and she smiled, it was a weak smile but it was worth it seeing her smile, even the tiniest bit was a miracle to me. But my smile quickly faded. "You got touched didn't you?" I asked her. She looked at me...

"Yes" she said weakly.

"How long?"

"I am not sure" "I was out for a long time"

"Me too" I then laid her down and looked around the room. Where was my backpack? Then I looked over farther to one corner and saw my backpack. I ran over to it and picked it up. I heard a groan. For a moment I thought it was Heather, then I looked around the rest of the corners of the room. I saw John over there huddled in the darkness. I would have run to him, but he was surrounded by ghosts. They weren't doing him any harm, yet. I walked over to Heather. John could wait,he wasn't dying. I pulled a thick patch out of my backpack,it was a project I had been working on for a long time, I swung it around and it unfolded into a blanket.

"w-where did you get that?" Heather asked me through chattering teeth.

"Made it, where did you think I got it" I said

"Well I would have assumed that e-except that I never see you sew" She said.

"Here" I gave her the blanket and wrapped it around her. She sat there shivering, I knew the blanket most likely would not have helped, the ghost had touched her and in most cases (all cases) you can never seem to warm up the person who is ghost touched. I have had many experiences like that with many of my friends. They all thought my idea of doing something about this paranormal problem in today's society, was absolutely crazy. But look where that got them, out in the middle of the street killed by the ghosts that come after curfew. You think of the books that people make where there is nothing wrong with the society and you wonder if those things could ever come true. My team wonders about that a lot considering we are the people who actually want to make a change in the world. I am sure there must be some people in the world who decide to actually support us in our crusade against the physics of the world. I squatted down and pondered about the other thing I had been working on. Me and Heather both have somewhat of an idea of what to do when it concerns psychic medical experiences and I thought I could work on a machine that could help combat the laws of ghost touch and help warm up the victim. I highly doubted it would work I was still working out a few kinks in the machine but I pulled it out of my backpack and attached it to the blanket anyways. I only hoped it would help, even a little tiny bit. I crossed over to John, I walked slower and approached the ghosts. I thought about pulling out my sword but I wasn't quite sure how they would react so I left it in my belt and put my hand on the hilt of it in case I needed to pull it out fast. The ghosts clustered around my friend turned and looked at me with their black eyeless sockets that seemed to have no end. They turned, but made no move to attack me. This was surprising but also a little scary. Ghosts have  been ranked by John in a course of the whole year. He has told me that the ones who walk around and make no move to attack or talk to you, the ones who just morn and mope are the first class of Ghosts. The second class would be the ones who will occasionally make a move but only talk in short fragments, they don't communicate with regular people they only react to the  ones that remind them of people from their former life. Third class are a lot more aggressive if I can remember correctly. They attack a lot more frequently and tend to do so more often. Fourth class is never seen, they talk a lot more than regular Ghosts and anyone can hear them talk. Not just the people who have the gifts but everyone, which is really cool. They want to make contact with the living people around them, if they choose to live in this world. They are a lot more scary and as we have just learned, they have special abilities as well, this will definitely make it harder to catch them now. The Ghosts around me seemed like type ones, they made no move towards be but even so, I was weary about going into the circle, but one of my best friends was in there. I got to the center of the cluster and looked around when I looked around me I realized that there were a lot more Ghosts clustered around me than there were before. They kept poofing up suddenly like Casper on that little kids show that makes people either scared (which keeps them safe), or brave (which gets them killed). I moved closer towards my friend and they moved in a little closer. I pulled my hand away from my sword and I went to touch John. They moved in a lot closer and I put my hand on his shoulder. The Ghosts inched in faster and screamed bloodcurdling cries at me my hand shot straight towards my sword and pulled it right out of the scabbard. I sliced clean through the cluster of Ghosts, who had been grouping together in a more condensed cluster. They shrieked and my sword sparked against the many forms grouped together. They shuddered and exploded, the remains of the forms disintegrating on the frozen floor. The ice from the phenomena around me faded and left my fingers burning from the cold I had just plunged into. I shook John and said "John, John, are you okay?" No answer. I checked his pulse and it was perfectly normal. He should have been fine, so why wasn't he waking up. I picked him up and dragged him by his arms across the room to Heather. She knew a lot more than me when it came to the medical field. I dropped John and sat down heavily. I caught my breath before looking over to Heather. She was lying down on the floor with the blanket I wrapped around her. The little heat pump was connected to the blanket and was chugging away. I put my hand inside the blanket to see if it was working. The blanket was really warm so I took my hand out of the blanket and pulled Heather up. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I stared off into the distance and thought about how the others were doing. I looked back at Heather. "Let's move over to the wall so we can prop you up" I said to her. I stood up and heaved her up too. I pulled her arm out of her blanket and wrapped it around my neck. I walked her over to the wall at the corner close to where we were before. I slowly put Heather down and propped her up against the wall. As I did so, I tripped and put my hand on the wall and got a series of emotions of flashbacks from the past of things that had happened in this room I snapped my hand back and wiped the sweat off my face. I stood there for a while and caught my breath. I started to move over to John but my stops were too shaky and I fell to my knees. Sobbing I pulled myself up again and wiped the tears from my face. I stumbled over to John and pulled him up. I dragged him over to Heather and collapsed on the floor beside them. I don't know how long I sat there for but I was there for a long time. I sobbed into my hands, my whole body was shaking and I struggled many times to get up. At last I was too tired to try to stand up again so I fell down and just laid there. The darkness enveloped me and I felt as if I was drowning in the darkness of the chamber around me. My hair spread out around me I looked at the ceiling as my eyes slowly closed. My aching legs bent and spread out and my arms next to my head. I lay there and my eyelids slowly closed leaving the darkness as the only thing I could see.