The Dream Theory

(5) The Letter

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Erik eyed the thing down as it sat on his desk. It's menacing presence imitated him into a growing feeling of insecurity. He gulped down the hardness slowly and went ahead and opened it up. What he found inside was surprising-

Nothing. Just a blank white sheet of paper. What a complete waste of breath and time.

Erik slipped into bed angrily, wearing nothing but a white t shirt and his boxers. He was very tired and his worn out legs were ready to give up and so were his arms. Erik prepared an alarm on his phone and set it down on his desk. He spread himself out on his bed and waited there in the darkness until his eyes and mind gave out. Then he drifted off to sleep, forgetting about his bruise pain.

Erik soon found himself in a dream, 5 minutes. He was sitting at his desk, in his child form. He frowned to himself inside, knowing what dream this was.

"Erik!" A soft feminine voice called out. Erik responded and looked over at the voice's direction.

"Yeah mom?" Both replied, child him sat up to face the woman-- his mother. She had short brown shoulder length hair popped out from the corner of the wall wearing a smile.

"Dinner is ready. Hurry and wash up."

Erik watched his mother's soft blue dress wave as she moved away. His younger self jump out of his spot and rushed into the bathroom. As he finished thoroughly washing his hands. He turned in his heels and ran into the hallway. Bumping into-

"Reem!" Young Erik cried out angrily as he rubbed his head. Erik flinched as his head began to hurt. The bruise. Only he himself seemed to have noticed.

Reem flashed young Erik a big smile. "Hurry up, or I'm gonna eat your food too." She giggled and ran ahead of him. Young Erik grumbled, running after her.

"Don't you dare!"

Erik's smile disappeared. It's been years since he has seen his sister. And years since he has ever dreamt of her.

No one knows that they're siblings. She was adopted into the family when he was ten. Hence her exotic freckles and vibrant amber hair, and surname. Plus, she's 5 years older than him. Might not be much but it was a strange concept to him when he was young. And Adam's description of her was correct. She was a sweet girl, very optimistic about the future. She loved sweets and innocent creatures. Her only dark side was her teasing Erik. Erik felt his hand twitch. He looked down at the floor, the scenery suddenly changed into a dark place with dark clouds and a barely visible sun. Beams of sunlight could barely escape from the wide clouds's grasp.

Erik looked down from the sky and observed his surroundings; The high dry grass brushed against his ankles. He was facing an old gray church. He tilted his head to one side, recognizing the place. The grass, it was similar to the ones at the cemetery.

A voice suddenly brushed past his ear. Erik quickly shot to one side in sudden fear as goosebumps crawled up his arm. The wind began to pick up. The same cold wind he felt back then near Owen's house.

Another voice brushed past Erik's neck. It felt like hair was brushing against him, but it was nothing but voices. Erik began to walk around slowly, the blades of grass waved around.

He spun on his heels until he faced a figure up a hill. He could barely manage to see through the tall weed and grass, but it was a real person. Staring down at him...

Erik backed up quickly, feeling panicked. He turned around just to see a group of people. He looked closely. They were wearing animal masks. One in the middle was wearing a goblin mask, to their right was a bunny mask, to their left was a jester mask. Behind them was a creepy doll like girl mask. They were glaring at him, and the bunny held an axe with a key chain wrapped around it. Erik widened his eyes as he tried to evade them. Thoughts flooded his mind.

Run away. Fight them! No, wake up! Wake up now!!

It was like there's a fight inside his head demanding control. He hugged his arms, gasping as his breath was taken away. The group walked up to him, the bunny quickly grabbed his right arm tightly. Erik jumped out of his place and pulled out of their grip. But their hand was wrapped around his arm tightly. Not letting go.

Then he fell back-into the Darkness.

Erik soon woke up. But in his dark room. And he couldn't move. Erik remained still, breathing harshly. His vision grew grainy and the colors were splitting. Soon in front of him, the masked people were standing still. Transparent and blending in with the dark. But it was only the Bunny and the girl coming to join the party.

Erik couldn't move at all and had to watch as they took form. Growing solid. He gripped his hands tightly, gritting his teeth together as he forced himself to move. He blinked, or at least tried to, and wished for the nightmare to be over.

He opened them again, the bunny stood over him. It's wide plastic blue eyes stared at him. It reached out to Erik, loosing solidity. It forced opened his mouth and reached inside. Terrified, Erik gained control of himself and shot up on his bed. He breathed heavily, sweating a lot.

His eyes scanned around the room desperately. Looking for those creepy figures. But there was no none in sight. He let out a shakey breath and sat up on his bed. He controlled his breathing until he jumped at the sound of a bang coming next door. He frowned, already knowing what it was. And there was no need to interfere with them, again.

Erik looked at the time. Time didn't change at all and his mind was already growing to mush from the lack of sleep. But he forced himself to stay awake and headed out for a walk. He past by his desk but stopped. He looked down at the surface and frowned. There, on the letter, were words.

He leaned down to read it and turned on the lights quickly. The words read, "Once fear unravels again, in our cletches you'll find yourself at."

There was a picture of a barn clipped onto it. He frowned to himself at how it got there. But he thought it through and left.