A Deadly Game, A Dangerous Midnight

Nightmares

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Alex's P.O.V

I couldn't believe it! What was wrong with those two?! They made no sense whatsoever! When Mr Andy warned me, I felt weird and pretty spooked out. Then, when Jake gave me that SAME exact warning, I was infuriated. Downstairs, I rushed into the bathroom and locked myself inside a stall to recollect my thoughts. I replayed the recent conversation, no, confrontation with Jake. I cringed each time I remembered yelling at Jake. How embarrassing! Out of all those mixed feelings, I felt a new sense of fear. Mr Andy and Jake reacted the same way, told me the same warning.... what on earth were they hiding?

"OMG!" Paisley exclaimed when I rejoined my friends. "What happened up there?"

"Nothing..." was all I could say. Honestly, I just did not have the energy and was too confused about all this to explain.

That night, I tossed and turned, trying to figure out what all those warnings meant. Finally, I just let the darkness smother me into sleep. 

I was running. Running with a candle, away from some sort of strange whispering. I was at my wits' end. "Help me!" I called. All around me, there was nothing but darkness. The candle did not help at all. Suddenly, I heard wailing. It sounded like torture. A pair of dark hands, even blacker than the already-black surrounding, clamped down, hard, on my mouth. I felt deep pressure on my lungs, forcing the air out. I tried to scream, but ended up gasping for breath. I could not breathe. I needed air. But the hands would not let me. I was going to die!

I screamed and my body went into a rigid position. I gasped for breath, although I got plenty of oxygen. I could still feel the pair of damp hands over my lips. I pressed my palm to my chest, still gasping. "Honey!" My parents came rushing into my room. Oh great, now I had woken them up. "What happened?"

"Nothing," I mumbled, flopping back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

My mother came over and placed a hand on my cold forehead. "Hmm, you're not running a temperature."

I inched away from her. "Mum, I'm not sick." 

"Then what is it?"

"Guys," I spoke slowly, trying to stay calm. "it was nothing, it was just a... nightmare."

It did not, at all, seem like a nightmare to me, but my parents need not know.

"Oh," my dad spoke softly, smoothing back my head. I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously, it's nothing," I shrugged. "You should just go back to bed."

"Okay," my mother kissed my forehead. "Just call us when you need us."

"Right."

My parents brought a sense of comfort for me, and I was almost reluctant to let them go. But I did, anyway. I simply did not want them to look at me the way they see a child. 

5 hours later.....

I woke up to bright golden sunshine streaming through my window. For a while I stood in the deep lustrous color and stretched. Then I went back to business. Fumbling around for my clothes, I slipped on a violet tank top and black- so black it looked like blue, and stuffed my feet into a pair of sneakers. I waved goodbye to my parents and opened the front door only to find Paisley outside. "Oh great, you're on time!" I smiled and headed out. 

"Omg, I'm getting so jumpy!" she squealed. "I can't believe we'll be doing the Midnight-" She stopped in her tracks when she saw that my face had turned marble-white. "W-w-what's wrong?"