Your mind doesn't wait for you to be completely asleep before beginning it's nightly task. As your senses begin to dull and fade you can hear audible, and threatingly tangible voices around you.
"Is he awake?"
"No, not completely."
The voices get louder and clearer as you lay on your back, listening to the early conjured dream.
"Give him some space. "
"Can you hear us?"
"Come on, wake up..."
The voices are no longer a dream, they're real. Clear as the water in your fish bowl, louder than the fan. They are no longer in your head, they're in your room.
"His pulse is increasing, he might actually wake up ton-"
"We're losing him again."
"Damn it, wake up."
You sit up fast enough to nearly fall off your twin sized bed, breath rushing in and out of your lungs and pulse racing as the voices fade away into the back of your mind.
"He's gone again. "
You look around, scanning your bedroom for any other souls as cold beads of sweat form on your forehead. How could they sound so real? How could a dream feel so invasive? Was it a prank? Did your sister play a recorded message through the wall? No, the voices were much too clear for that... too close...
Go to chpt 3
YOU ARE READING
A Tale Not Yet Told (CYOA)
FantasyThough hungry minds gather to read, it is of great stride to announce that this story cannot be read, for it has yet to be writ. If however, you wish to embark on this adventure; may you continue it on your own. Be wary of the choices you make e'r...
