The Paranormal /h.s.

Chapter 5

It was about three days after the new kid arrived. I started having the nightmares more often. Usually they were just little flashes and screaming and then I would wake up and everything would stop.

But now, now I hear that voice that spoke to me in Harry's room when I wake up. It'll tell me terrible truths when all I want are sweet lies.

The one I remember the most is-

Child, you can dream what you want, but there is no stopping a nightmare.

And I now know that that voice is right and that it's time for me to stop running.

It's time for me to stop hiding and step out into plain sight and stop acting happy and being afraid and it's time for me to give in to my horrible past and use it to move forward.

To get rid of this voice and these nightmares and mostly, Harry.

It's like he's watching me and it's starting to become creepy. Everywhere I go, he's there, it's like he's waiting for me.

It's because he is, honey. You'll see soon who he really is.

After hearing that I jump, my life has literally turned for the worse in three days.

I get up to go take a shower when a tall figure walks up and leans against my door frame.

"Harry, why are you here now?" I ask, I'm not shocked, I'm irritated. Why won't this boy leave me alone? Why not?

He's not allowed to. You did this.

"Thought I'd drop by, see the other crazy one." He says and smirks.

Ever since that night in his room, he hasn't stopped calling me crazy and everytime I talk to him around Martha, she too looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Harry, I'm perfectly normal and you know that." I say calmly looking at him with a straight face.

"But darling you're hearing things, seeing things that aren't really there. I hear you scream in your sleep, I hear you crying. Darling, we both know you're a little more insane than everyone else, so why don't you admit it?" He asked looking at me, waiting for a reply, waiting for anything really.

"I'm just as sane as the next person." I tell him. I'm not going to sit here and be called crazy by this boy.

"Keep telling yourself that, see where it gets you." After that he walked away.

I went as took a shower and went to bed letting to nightmares begin.

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I was sitting on the frozen lake out by my old house, putting on my ice skates.

After I had them both on I stood up and tried them out, to see if they were working for me.

I was probably about eight or nine, my hair about shoulder length and only about 4'7.

I was making figure eights and just messing around and laughing.

Then my parents come outside and my dad joins me on the ice after he puts on his ice skates and we just laugh and mess around while my mom sits and watches with the plate of cookies she baked for us to eat after.

This is my family. This feels so real.

I know it's not.

The ice breaks from underneath me and I go under. I can't breathe and I'm stuck and my parents don't even notice, it's like I wasn't there.

How did they not notice? I'm their daughter.

I try to scream and cry but all I do is making bubbles I can't breathe and I'm starting to feel dizzy and I'm fading from consciousness .

Then I finally lose all consciousness, and everything goes dark and I feel like I'm drifting to the bottom but I can still hear my parents laughing.

Brooklyn they're dead in your mind. You made them this way.

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I woke up screaming and crying.

I heard everyone in the house wake up and Martha come running upstairs, or at least I hope it was Martha.

It was.

She threw open the door and came in hurriedly to see what was wrong and if I was hurt.

I was hurt just not how she thought I was.

"Brooklyn, what's wrong." She asked quickly looking at me.

"N-nothing. Nothing's wrong. Sorry for waking you up." I said and then I looked at the doorway.

Every kid who lived here in this orphanage, was in my doorway, besides Harry.

I looked around thinking I screwed up and just didn't see him because of my anxiety attack.

But I was right he wasn't there.

Then he walked up. Looking over the tops of peoples head looking at me.

I decided not to look back.

He already intimidated me enough.

"Martha, can you tell everyone to go, so I can go back to sleep?" I asked. She just nodded and told everyone to go and left.

But Harry stayed.

I looked up at him, waiting for him to talk first but he was waiting for me to talk, so I did.

"Here to taunt me some more about being crazy? Harry, I'm not crazy." I told him and he just stared a little more.

"No. No I'm not. I'm here to see what happened." He told me. He looked like a curious little kid.

"It was a bad dream." I said because that's all it was to me. A bad dream. My parents were dead and if they weren't they would've saved me.

But they can't because they're dead.

I then realize that's what that nightmare symbolizes.

My parents can't save me or help me in any way, because they're dead.

"It wasn't just a bad dream Brooklyn, it was a nightmare. You should start calling it that." He was looking at me like he's already got me figured out.

"Harry, why do you say you can talk to ghosts?" I ask him, looking straight at him.

Because he is one.

"That's none of your buisness. Neither is anything I do or know, you hear me." He told me, giving me a cold glare.

I just nodded in response.

How could such a beautiful boy be so- so corrupted?

"Wait, Harry, I have one question." I say looking up at him.

He just looks back at me waiting.

"How come out of all the places you could be, they moved you here?"

"I'm only here, because of you. Everything I do here, is because of you."

And with that he walked away and I sat astonished by what he said to me.

Why because of me?

I don't even know him.

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Okay guys the bold and italics up there is a memory of the voice that talks to her words and then just italics is either a dream/nightmare, the voice or a memory.

And there won't be many characters around her as of right now mostly just Harry and it'll make more sense when the stories over okay.

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