Lily

Calia's Nightmare

     I wake up in my new bed and find out it's morning time. It was bright out, a thin ray of sun peeking through the mostly-closed curtains. I sit up in my bed and set both feet on the ground. It was sticky. I lean over to get a view of where I was putting my feet. There was a stream of the black stuff my mom had vomited up that went all the way under my bed. I followed it up to see where it was coming from: the crack under my door. Slightly alarmed, I jumped up out of my bed and ran over to the door knob, grabbed it, turned it. Once the door was open, I saw that the stream had turned left, and was wider than the stream that leaked into my room. I followed it down the hall in the direction it went.

     I guess I was looking down the whole time and didn't look up enough, because then I hit my head on something hard. Whatever I had hit, it sounded hollow, like as if there was something behind it. I looked up, and found myself staring the kitchen door in the face. I turned the knob. The stream hadn't stopped at that door. I opened it, and the second I did, I wish I hadn't.

     The whole floor of the kitchen was covered in about an inch-deep pool of black liquid. I looked at the counter, and saw the splattered puddle of black substance that my mom had barfed up. I slowly stepped into the kitchen, feeling almost like I was gonna puke when I felt the gross black pool of sticky liquid conform under my feet and cover them again, like when you stick your finger in a jar of honey and it kind of conforms like that, and then molds itself back onto your skin. I plowed through the sticky pool as fast I could to get to the counter for a closer look at the puddle. I noticed that some of it started to drip off the counter. I saw one slowly getting ready to detach itself from the puddle and then fall into the pool with a quiet kerplunk. Suddenly, I heard the eerie sound of echoing laughter from behind me, sounding like it was coming from the hall. I slowly turned my head to look behind me. Nothing was there. 

     "Mom? Are you up?" I called.

     "Lily," I heard the eerie voice again. This time it was coming from the right of me. I looked. I wish I hadn't.

     "Aaaaaaagh!" I screamed.

     Then I woke up. It was morning time. A ray of sun was peeking through the mostly-closed curtains. I looked towards the door to my bedroom, where I caught a glimpse of a tall girl with long black hair. She wore a white nightgown with no shape, draping over her pale body. Her eyes were blue. Her feet were bare. When my glimpse of her disappeared, one eerie, echoing word hung in the air for a while. It was a name.

     "Lily."