~White Chapel~

"You sure are worth a pretty penny"

I dropped my things off into the room, then threw myself onto the soft motel bed.

Most did the same, filling the floors with items and bags before passing out on the beds and small couches.

My mind and body were exhausted From the days excursion. I hadn't slept in 3 days.

My eyes shut, I drifted to sleep.

For a while my dreams were peaceful. I dreamt of my old life with my uncle . Hunting and eating dinner together as a family.

[Dream]
"Hey sport, lets go inside and get some snacks to bring on the camping trip"

My uncle smiled as he spoke, resting his hands on my shoulder.

I smiled back, before giddily running I to the kitchen of the brown cabin.
I peaked over the counter, my height didn't allow me to reach much.

I scuttled under the cabinet below me. Before reaching into it and pulling out a white and black step stool.

I set it up accordingly, and stepped on top of it.

As my vision of the counter space increased, I noticed several of my favorite treats lined up.

Potato chips, cupcakes, pepperoni slices and more. I stepped back down and ran to the closet door. It was white with grates in it. Yet you couldn't quite see through them.
They were meant more for aeration the anything else.

I traced the grates with my finger, dust sticking to it and flying around my face.

Eventually my hand grasped the brass handle, oval shaped with a slight carving in it.

When I opened it, I did not find the plastic bags I had hoped to fill with snacks.

Instead I found two black eyes peering back at me, soulless and angry.

I screamed, attempting to run out of the house.

When I ran out of the door, I ended up right where I began. At the closet door.

This isn't how It happened

At this point I knew that I was dreaming, tossing and turning in my sleep. I tried to wake up but something had tethered me to the dream scape. Something didn't want me to wake up.

I screamed, running through the door again and again. It wasn't working.

"Uncle Rick! Uncle rick! Please help me there's a monster in the closet!!!"
I screamed, my young voice only reaching to the edges of the household.

I got no response. The door slammed.

I ran up to the door banging on the wood, but nothing worked.

Then it grabbed me, I kicked and screamed but everything went black.

I woke up in the dream, still struggling to wake up for real. Yet now I wasn't the small curious minded child I was, I was older. The age I am in real life.

I was tied up in a chair, leaking pipes making dripping sounds on the cold paved basement floor.

Footsteps sounded from the west side of the room.
Growing louder
And louder
Until they were right in front of me.

A woman, clad in a black leather jacket and raven black hair. She wore a red t-shirt, and black jeans.

Her fingers twirled a small knife, the reflection glistening in the pipe water on the floor.

Her red lipstick made her look more like a stereotypical evil character.

"Hello darling" she said in a voice that reminded me of  a witch.
Deep and rich sounding, venom laced tone dripping off of her tongue as she spoke.

I struggled yelling at her.

"What do you want! Why are you torturing me in the slight bit of sleep I'm able to get!?"

"Shhhh" she held her pointer finger to my lips.

"Look, I'm here to tell you what you are destined For. You have a bounty of your head, you sure are worth a pretty penny." She laughed

"What are you talking about?" I said in a deep voice, failing to sound tough.

"Your going to be a monster just like me, a demon. Don't you see?"

A mirror appeared in front of me. The reflection that stared back was one that I didn't want to see. I had black eyes. With an ominous smirk upon my lips.

I struggled to escape the ropes that binded me to the chair.
I did the only thing I could think of that may help me escape this twisted dream.

"Excorzamus te omnis immundis spiritus-"

[End dream]

Before I could finish, the demon vanished. I snapped awake, breathing heavily. This woke up Sam.

"Hey..hey are you alright?" He asked his eyes laced with concern

I tried to catch my breath, but I couldn't form words.

"I-demon-trapped-he left- the mirror-I"

I couldn't form the words.

Last I could remember was crying my self to sleep...

[In the morning]

I woke up, sunlight beaming through the blinds. My eyes fluttered awake, my hands brushing across my face.

I noticed that Sam was sitting on the chair, just watching.
He seemed worried, extremely worried.

As soon as he noticed I was awake he shot up and moved over toward me.

"Cassie are you alright?" He said his voice a bit shaken.

"Yeah..I'm ok..just had a really bad dream" I yawned

His head tilted
"What happened in the dream, you need to tell me everything"

"It started with me in an old memory, at my uncles old cabin..then this demon she basically kidnapped me...she told me I was like her.. my eyes were black in the mirror. What does this mean?

I started to freak out again slightly.

"Hey hey..it's ok. It was probably just because of the demon who-you know.."

Sam stuttered

"Your brain conjures things sometimes"

What I didn't know is that my dad knew full well what this meant.
He has a secret and it was only a matter of time before I figured it out.

Before the secret caught up to me.
Before it would flip my world upside down.

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Anyone know what the secret is?

Can you keep a secret?

Thanks for reading chapter 11, getting back into the swing of writing!!

Hope y'all are enjoying it so far.

-Kayla