My best friend the serial killer

Chapter 13 Nightmares

It's been three days since Melany and Jason left for their honeymoon. Those three nights I had terrible nightmares. the kind that stay branded into your brain and the kind that last all night even after you wake yourself then fall back asleep. I dreamed of the Riverside murders.

The first night I saw Angelica. there she was combing her long red hair. She turned to shut her light off. Wait. Something is in her closet. "No Angelica"! I tried to scream. She fell asleep shortly after crawling into the bed. That's when the murderer crept to her. they had long hair and a small body figure. It looked like a woman. It had breasts. "Oh gosh it is a woman".

That's when the murder took place. She was stabbed multiple times by this lady. She suddenly stopped after the whole wall was squirted in Angelica's blood. She walked over to Angelica's Dresser. There sat her cheer bag. She picked it up. She pulled Angelica off the bed. The figure dropped the bag. It landed in a pile of blood. That's when she put her in the closet. The woman laughed a familiar laugh then picked up the bag and walked out.

That was night one. On night two I dreamed of Aunt Bella. The same way Amgelica was murdered, except this time the woman didn't take anything. it was the same woman. I couldn't really see her. She seemed so familiar

Night three was Melanys parents being poisoned. It was the same lady every night. "what if I've got something that can help the police catch the riverside murderer"?

The dreams are all I thought about. I couldn't talk to Melany because her and Jason would be gone for another month.

"Hey mom can I talk to you"? I asked.

"Sure Katie."

"I've been having dreams the last few nights about the murders that happened."

My mom looked at me then said, "go on".

"Mom I might have some evidence that can help the police out." I said

"What kind." she said more curiosity leaking out of her.

"I can describe her." I said.

There was a silence that lingered in the room for what seemed like forever. "let's tell the police and get a professional to draw what you describe, and if that doesn't help then we will take you to a psychologist." She said.

I nodded my head and walked out of the room. I went and sat in the recliner and collected my thoughts. Slowly I drifted off to sleep wondering if maybe I can help the town.