the murder of Crystal Lake

four

The night after my first encounter with Julian and the rest of the Kidd family I didn't sleep very much. It was way too hot in my bedroom and I kept kicking the sheets down, even though I just wore an old T-shirt. For what felt like hours, I tossed and turned, not being able to find some rest. When I finally did, I dreamed of a lake surrounded by green trees and the water had an almost surreal color of turquoise. 

There were different scenes blurring into each other as if somebody was replaying an old movie in my head with overlapping sequences. Some were just glimpses of a few seconds: jumping into the lake from a dock, the sun reflecting in eyes of the same color as the lake water, the wings of a beautiful, pitch black butterfly flapping or the feeling of soft, green grass and warm sun on my skin. Others lasted for a few minutes or even longer. Being caught from behind and pushed into the water, coming up again and a hand reaching out and untangling some seaweed from my wet hair. Trying to catch said black butterfly like a four-year-old until it disappeared into the sky. 

Suddenly, the sappy blue sky changed, dark grey and black clouds approached and I heard the first thunder. From that moment on, the beautiful and peaceful scenery changed and everything happened fast, the blur was gone. Just seconds later, big raindrops pattered down on my face, but when I wiped the water from my forehead, I looked down on a my hand, covered in crimson liquid. A smell of iron lay in the air and my eyes shot back to my hands. Blood. I turned around and I noticed in horror, that the turquoise water had turned dark red as well. Last thing I remembered was staring into eyes, black as coals before I woke up, panting and covered in sweat. 

I sat up and tried to calm myself down. "It was only a bad dream" I wanted to convince myself, beads of sweat running down my temples. I knew from my parents that when I was a small child I used to have nightmares, but they stopped as soon as we moved here, though I couldn't remember anything of it. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the glass of water on my nightstand and was about to take a sip, when my eyes caught sight of the content of the glass. My hands started to shake and I managed to place the glass back on the small, wooden table without shattering it. The glass was filled with blood.