Creepiest of Creatures(on hold)

Chapter 3 - Jackson Houser

A few years went by and the dreams of this freakish cat continued. The fear that I experienced in these dreams was unlike any other that I had ever felt before. I can't even describe it to you. Whenever I would dream about him, I felt this extreme weight of dread on my chest, knowing what was coming next and that I was unable to run or scream.

I had made a name for that cat. During that first night, he only said one word: Ewe. It made absolutely NO sense to me, or why my subconscious would be thinking of that word, but that was all I had to go off of. So, from that point on, I called this creature, Ewe Cat. I know, it's ridiculous. But hey, I was five.

In the next dreams, there was certainly a lot more action. Instead of me just sitting there, and him just standing there, he would jump around the room, making it impossible for me to catch him, or to run. I knew in the back of my mind that he wanted to kill me, but I didn't know why or how. He was a cat, after all.

Up until I was eleven years old, the only people who ever knew about my Ewe Cat dreams were my mom and dad. No one else had a clue how he was really effecting my life.

Down the street and in a cul-de-sac lived the Housers. They were a very pious family, made up of four boys, and one girl, a mom and a dad. I was really good friends with the youngest boy, Jackson, who was the same age as me. He was quite cute, with brown hair and eyes, and tanish skin. He was the nicest, well-mannered boy I think that I have ever met. My mother adored him, much more than Reece, that is.

Reece had grown to be an obnoxious blonde boy who liked to roll around in the dirt, if you know what I mean. Jackson would have fun playing beebee guns with his older brothers, don't get me wrong, but at least he knew the proper times to be polite.

But hey, in case you're wondering, not all of my childhood friends were boys. I mean most of then were, for I was quite the tomboy, but my real best friend, Lila Perez, lived down the street three houses down from me.

Anyway, I decided that it was time to tell somebody about my dreams and what they might mean. And since I had known Jackson since birth, I thought that he was a good candidate.

I ran to his house. I loved to run. But of course, like every time, I fell down and scraped up the palms of my hands and my knees. Sucking in through my teeth from the sudden stinging pain, I got up, shook it off, and continued running to his house.

I gave their door a knock, and Evette, their mom came to answer the door.

"Hi there, Sweetie!" she greeted. "How are- oh my! You're bleeding!"

I looked down at my knees that were seeping out a very small amount of blood. I nodded.

"Yeah, I tripped while running over."

"How many times must I tell you to be more careful, Alexandra?" she tenderly lectured. "One day your going to fall and not get back up if you keep this business up! Come on inside, I'll put some band aids on your boo-boos."

She reached out and patted my back, encouraging me to come inside. I laughed.

"Evette, I'm not five years old anymore. Don't you think "boo-boo" is a bit childish now?"

"Oh, ha ha!" She laughed. "You're growing up so fast! Well, I'm just trying to savor my time with Cecily while she's still five. My Elijah is going to be graduating this year, can you believe it?"

"Hardly," I responded.

"Here honey," she said as she sat me down in one of her wooden dining room chairs. She handed me one of her famous (at least in our neighborhood) chocolate chip cookies. I happily accepted the cookie and gobbled it up in three bites.