The Demon's Game

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Connor's POV

I yawn and rubbed my eyes in the morning light. The terrible nightmare I had last night dissolved in my mind, like sand slipping through my fingers. All I remembered was Raina's fear-drenched scream that ended the horrible dream.

"Oh, don't be silly," I muttered to myself as I closed my window, "Demons aren't real." My stomach rumbled and I headed downstairs for breakfast. Crunch.

I lifted up my foot to see Raina's busted video recorder. I quietly cursed and scooped up the broken mess before Raina saw. She loved this thing like it was her child.

Raina recorded anything and everything. From Lyla making salad, to John and Peter playing video games while Kathy sat on the couch reading. She called her video "Summer Moments".

You see, my friends and I were living together in Peter's nicely-sized beach house. It was really fun.

I headed downstairs, broken camrecorder in my robe pocket.

Klunk!

I rushed into the kitched. Raina sat on the floor, rubbing her head.

"What hapened?" I investigated.

"I just fell off the chair and knocked a few pots and pans down," She responded, pointing to the chair a foot or two from her with a pot. "Ow."

I grabbed a box of cereal and the 2% milk.

"Want some?" I asked, pulling a bowl out of the cabinet. Raina shook her head and winced. Lyla walked in, rubbing her eyes.

"Hi guys," She said groggily. Raina and I waved. Immediatly, Lyla saw the mess and started to pick up the pans. Clean freak.

An awkward silence filled the air and I decided to break it.

"So, did anyone have any good dreams last night?" Oh my gosh I was so weird!

"Nah, just some nightmare when Raina got drug into a closet," Lyla said casualy.

"I had the same nightmare... Weird..." I said, "How about you, Raina?"

"I didn't have a dream, just blackness." Raina shrugged.

"One of those nights, eh?" John said as he walked into the kitchen, Peter right behind. Peter and John shared their dreams and they were the same night mare that Lyla and I had.

I watched Raina shovel Cinnamon Life into her face. She seemed duller, calmer, and hadn't asked once where her camrecorder was.

Well, Sherlock. I thought to myself, Looks like there's a problem to solve. 

A/N So? How was it? I love feedback so comment away! I have decided to take a crack at writing this paranormal book. I haven't edited this so feel free to point out spelling/grammar errors. Thanks for reading this chapter! :D