Touch of Fear ▸ House of Anubis [2]

chapter five. house of rivals

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I had the strangest dream last night. Couldn't make much of it out, couldn't remember most of it after I woke up. Not exactly out of the norm for dreaming in general, and especially not for dreams I've had ever since Joy disappeared and Nina came. But what I do remember was immensely creepy.

There was a woman in black smoke. I cannot remember her face but she had something glowing on her hands...a jackal, I think? Something along those lines. And...there was a gold mask. Also jackal-like, I think. She spoke in a language I'm unfamiliar with, even in passing. So I have no idea what she said to me in the dream.

It felt like it was something other than a dream. Like...a vision.

I woke up shortly before Nina's alarm went off and decided to just lay there until it started ringing, trying to figure out what it meant. Maybe I should talk to Nina about it? Nah, she's got her own issues with her gran and trying to go on a date with Fabian that doesn't get messed up. Maybe I should read some more of Lily's diary, see if there might be anything in there.

"Morning," Nina's gran says as the alarm goes off. Yeah. She's still here. Still snores.

"Morning," Nina replies. I push the covers off myself and sit up, slipping on my shoes. Yet another school day. Maybe I'll even get a chance to talk to Evan today. "I just had the weirdest dream."

"Really?" I inquire. "Me, too. Then again, I've never had a normal dream."

"So did I," Amber adds. "I was a personal shopper for Lady Gaga, and she tipped me in salami."

I throw her a strange look. "Sala—oh, meat dress, I get it now. You know, that reminds me, night before last I actually had a dream you gave Justin Bieber some raspberry cookies and the police came and arrested him for some reason. I didn't even realize raspberry cookies were a thing."

"How did my face look when I gave him the cookies?"

"Uh..." I trail off, glancing at Nina and her gran, both of who are giving us identical—and I mean exactly identical—looks. "Totally didn't look like your entire face was Rudolph's nose."

"Yeah, right," Amber mumbles. She looks at Nina. "What was yours?"

Nina glances at us. "I can't remember."

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"Why would Amber try to offer Justin Bieber raspberry cookies in your dream?" Fabian questions, staring at me with furrowed eyebrows after I finish telling him about the dream I had the other night. "She's allergic."

"Hey, it was the same night she broke out into hives," I defend the weirdness. "I had raspberries on the mind. And she kept talking about Justin Bieber so it all kind of mixed together, you know?"