Bang! Bang!
I was startled by the loud noise. I looked over at the digital clock on my night stand, it read 4:45am. Carefully making my way to the front door.
"Lindsey Allesia Haner, wake the fuck up!!" A familiar voice yelling from the other side of the closed door. I swung open the door, facing a pair of crystal blue eyes.
"It's around 5am, Jims, what do you want?"
Jimmy had this annoying habit of waking me up in the middle of the night.He pushed me and got in my house, closing the door behind him also locking it. "I was dreaming" he said with stern tone, but a slight worried painted on his face.
You probably thinking, what's so wrong with dreaming? Nothing was wrong with dreaming. But my friend, Jimmy Sullivan, here was different. He was almost like a psychic. What he's dreaming tonight usually happens the next day. Tonight was the first time he had a dream after about 1 month.
"What is it about, Jim?" I sighed, preparing myself for the worst. He dragged me to sit on the couch. "It was night time. So quiet. I was walking down the street. Then there's a group of females and few guys paraded, their faces showed no emotions. Other group of people, almost the same like the first one, paraded from the opposite direction of the street." I tilted my head trying to understand. He continued anyway, "the scene changed, but also night time. We both were running from someone. From a group of people actually. You know, like running from a bunch of zombies." He frowned, "no! no, more like running from purgers." "Then what happened, Jim?" There's a slight of sadness in his eyes, but quickly vanished, "I, uhm.. I woke up." I frowned, sensing something was wrong, but I didn't push him more.
I leaned back to the couch, closing my eyes slightly frustrated, even though this wasn't the first time Jimmy told me about his dreams. But this one was fucked up, and my brain wasn't working real well, it was 5am after all.
Opening my eyes, Jimmy was staring at me. "What does that mean, Jimbo?" He sighed, "I don't know. Maybe has something to do with the rumours?"
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Nightmare
Fanfiction"I was dreaming." You probably thinking, "what's so wrong with dreaming?" Nothing is wrong with dreaming But if you're friends with Jimmy Sullivan, then yes, something is wrong with dreaming Or that's what I thought..