Your lungs screamed for air as you ran, your legs going numb. Sinister laughter right behind you made you fell sick to your stomach. You had to keep running. You just had to!
"(Name), I've almost got you~" that sickening voice laughed.
You forced yourself to run faster, but soon tripped. Pain shot through your body as it collided with the solid ground.
'No!' you thought as a clawed hand pulled you up to look into those terrible piercing white eyes.
***
You shot straight up in your bed. The room was icy, despite it being summer time. Sweat coated your skin making the room seem colder. Your heart was racing frantically within your chest. Wiping some sweat off your forehead, you sighed in relief.
'It was only a dream...... Thank goodness.........' you thought as you swiftly got out of bed and changed into a (favorite color) hoodie and black jeans. Today you put your hair in a lazy bun because you were going to spend the whole day just chilling out.
"Good morning (Name)....." Remi yawned as you walked into the living room.
You smiled and said "Good morning, Rem. How're ya doing? I heard you playing when I got home last night."
"I'm doing great!" he beamed.
You giggled and said "That's good."
Walking to the kitchen, you noticed a note on the table.
You picked it up and read it aloud:
"Dear (Name),
I had to go to the station. My boss called me in early again because 'that bitch' pulled another "no call, no show". Take care of Remi. Oh, and there are some pumpkin pancakes (A/N:pancakes made with pumpkin spice... they're FABULOUS!!!!) in the fridge for you.
Love, Mom"
"Great....... her asshole of a boss calls her to come in once again!" you muttered sarcastically.
'Still..... I wonder if it really was just a dream....seeing Stormy......but she looked so different.... I liked her appearance better before......when she had brown hair and those sparkly blue-green eyes....... Who am I kidding? of course it was a dream! She DIED in our aunt's house fire..... just four months ago! Plus, I was very drowsy when I got home, so I would naturally hallucinate!' you thought with a laugh at the end.
"(Name), I'm bored...." Remington whined.
"Well, what can I do about it?" you asked in a some-what harsh tone.
"Can you play a game with me?" he asked.
"Fine.... How about hide-and-seek?" you asked him.
"Sure," he replied, "I'll hide first okay?"
"Alright," you said and faced the wall, covering your eyes as you began to count.
"All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle.
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.
Up and down the City Road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.
Half a pound of tuppenney rice,
Half a pound of treacle,
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! goes the weasel."
You stopped counting at the erie song being sang by a familiar voice....that definitely wasn't Remi........
