The morning was dim and cold. I opened the blinded in my room to find the sky was covered in mist. the dream had gotten worse, this time I was trapped. I breathed slowly and raised out of my bed. I walked over to the kitchen and poured myself some coffee. I sat on my couch and looked out if the window. I could see some buildings in the distance but nothing I could actually see was perfect. I turned on the tv.
"Hello and welcome to Good Morning Boston! How are you today John?" A woman, with long blonde hair seemed to perky. She also seemed like she truly hated her job but still she had a fake smile. She looked over at a man he seemed in his 30's. He looked as if he had zoned out.
"I'm perfect! And you Anna?" He came back. They both seemed miserable, as if this was the only job that they could get. I sipped my coffee and heard my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I asked, I didn't recognize the number.
"Hi! Is this Charolette? I'm Abby, I'm one of your friends from college?" I remembered who she was. Why would she be calling me?
"Yes? Why are you calling me?" I almost wanted to end the call but why wouldn't I?
"I found you cell number on my phone and thought I would call to see if you wanted to grab some coffee or some lunch!" I looked down at my coffee and then the time. 12:39 Lunch wouldn't kill anyone right? I told her to meet me at the Fanning-stones Café. I was never one to go out on a damp rainy day. But I still went.
I walked out of my apartment building, it was damp, hot, a day that is just gross to me.
I felt like I was being followed. I flung myself around and saw someone dressed all in black, with a black umbrella. I started walking quickly. I made my way to the café. I saw Abby inside. This was just gonna be a odd day.
The day had past along and I made my way back to the apartment. I had gotten onto my floor but the lights were flickering. And I walked to my door. I then herd a scream and flung around. It was the thing from my dreams. This time it was drenched in water and had the spines poking out more than before. I quickly unlocked my door, ran in and slammed the door shut. How is this happening again?! I flung behind the kitchen table and grabbed a knife. I looked to the corner of my eye to watch the door. The thing was scratching the door and then charged right in. It was breathing ever so slightly and I ran towards it with the knife. It looked at me and scratched my arm but I returned the scratch with a stab in the chest. The thing whimpered in pain and ran out the door. I looked at the cuts in my arm. I then felt numb, unable to breath. Grasping the air I could and fell to the ground. I let out a small cry for help and then blanked out.
