5. The number 5 was all I could see. It was written in red, surrounding me and covering the walls. I couldn't put a pin on where I was. It almost looked like... A basement? A very creepy one I might add.
For some reason I wasn't scared. Sure I was panting, but that was only because I felt like the oxygen was sucked out of that claustrophobic place. Usually I would be terrified in a place like this; almost pitch black, damp, freezing cold basement that could possibly store dead bodies, but I knew it wasn't real. They say that if you have an extra finger it's a dream. So, I counted my fingers to myself. I had 11 fingers so I was guessing it was a dream. I was learning to just let my weird visions and dream take control.
I explored the place, drawn to this particular number 5 written in white chalk near these pipes in the corner of the basement. I examined it slowly, placing my hand on it. The moment I touched it, a series of whispers and screams filled the room. I flinched, moving my hand away from it immediately. I gazed around frantically, trying to figure out how to stop the screaming. Then, a moment after as if right next to my ear, someone screamed bloody murder, "HELP ME!"
There was no doubt in my mind that it was Stiles.
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I woke up, immediately shooting up into a sitting position. It was my usual frantic panting, kind of like the one from my vision.
The whole Oni thing was still plastered in my mind. I don't think I would ever get rid of the image of those demonic ninjas.
My phone started ringing, pulling me from my freaking out stage. I checked the caller ID and didn't recognize the number. Quickly putting the phone on my ear I answered it, confused to why someone would call me this late.
"Hello..." I hesitated. Static and shaky breathing was all I got in response. I swear if this is Kale...
"Hello?" I asked a bit louder, starting to get aggravated with all this creepiness.
"Sam?" His voice was shaky just like his breathing and on the verge of tears. I know who this is.
"Stiles? Is that you? Are you okay?" I breathed out, ripping the covers off of me and hopping out of bed.
"Sam, I don't know where I am, I- I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleep walking. Scott's not answering his phone."
"Okay, um... Can you see anything- tell me what you see." I hurried out, swiping the hair out of my face.
"I don't know it's dark. It's hard to see. Oh no...there's something wrong with my-"
"Hello? Stiles?!" I hissed, covering my other ear thinking that would somewhat help. I removed the phone from my ear to see if the call disconnected.
The call disconnected. I tried to call him back. "Hey," Stiles began as if he just came back from a trip in Disney Land.
"Stiles?!" I hissed, trying not to wake my family up. Especially not my father, knowing that he doesn't particularly like Stiles.
"This is Stiles and you've missed me." Really? I mean who starts with "hey" as their voice mail? But I also had another question running thorough my mind for a split second;
How did Stiles get my number?
The next ten minutes I spent frantically running back and forth in my room, repeatedly calling Stiles which was a bust. Before I dialed to warn Scott, my radio was going staticky, even though it was off.
I furrowed my eyebrows, staring at it I'm confusion. A series of what sounded like Japanese or some other language started blasting through the speaker. I gulped, holding my fingers in front of my face just to make sure this wasn't one of my realistic dreams.
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Fanfiction"Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are." "Then what the hell am I?" When Sam Lester moved just up North to Beacon Hills California the least she was expecting was to come face to face with the supernatural...