The hallways was empty but there were laughter everywhere. The floor creaked with every step you took with your hand on the scraped wallpaper as you made your way on the edges of the room. The furniture neatly arranged.
A loud scream from the kitchen made you run causing attention. Loud footsteps run behind you but nothing was to be seen. Freaked out you run out of the house and into a pumpkin patch. Your legs getting weaker as you fall down.
Gasping for air you jump up straight on the bed. The white lace curtains swayed back and forth with the wind coming out from the window. "You alright love?" Tom asks sitting up. His raspy voice making you feel relieved from the nightmare you saw. Your eyes still glued to the window.
Getting up Tom closes the window before looking at you concerned. "What happened?" He asks sitting next to you and giving you a hug. "I had a bad dream again." You say.
"Was it that scary?" He asks. "Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween." You say falling down on the bed. "The glowing pumpkins with the creepy faces on scares me. They are everywhere." You say hugging yourself to forget that childhood memories.
"It's Christmas. Don't be mad at me." Tom says sitting at the edge of the bed and looking at you. You frown at him.
