"There's no crying wolves now (welcome to the, welcome to)
'Cause the truth has settled in (welcome to the, welcome to the)
Hiding under goose down (welcome to the, welcome to the)
For your nightmare to begin (welcome to the, welcome to the)
Welcome to the panic room
Where all your darkest fears are gonna
Come for you, come for you"
"N-no! No" Your head shifted erratically as you cried out into your pillow. It all felt so real. "Michael please!" Tears rush down your cheeks and stain the sheets.
In a cold sweat you wake up with a shout just as a knife races to collect its next victim. You sit up so quick that pain akin to a headache forms around your head. Your heart pounds against your chest so hard you thought you'd just die. Eyes dart around the dark room desperately trying to seek the perpetrator.
Nothing.
You were alone.
Or were you? You sigh and piece together what the hell just happened. Michael Myers was trying to kill you. Like he does every night. You've never run into him or even seen him. Not even on Halloween night, but lately you've been having dreams.
You sigh and look at the clock on the nightstand it reads 3:00 a.m. "Great, nothing like waking up after being scared shitless to the witching hour" you groaned and let yourself drop back onto the bed.
Dr. Loomis will have a field day with you about this in the morning.
***********
"Y/n you look exhausted" Dr. Loomis says with concern. He's sitting in your living room in a tan armchair.
"He won't let me sleep" you murmur from the couch refusing to look up from the hair tie around your wrist.
"It won't let you sleep. The only way to keep it out is by termination" he was determined to turn your nightmare around on Michael. But you knew the man wanted the shape in a grave for real.
"I've tried to escape him and once I've tried to struggle. It's like he's controlling my every move. Like I'm trapped in this panic room and I'll never be able to dig my way out." You finally glance at him with frustration.
"Michael is not human. These dreams you are having could be a sign he has come to haddonfield again" he replies with a realization that unsettled him. He reaches for the cup of joe on the coffee table and takes a sip.
"Are you trying to tell me that my dreams might be... real?" God you hope not.
He sets down the cup. "What I'm saying is you need to be careful, and the second you see the man in that white mask call me immediately" with that he stood up, gave me his card and made his way toward the door.
You follow him out and felt more uneasy than before.
Loomis gets to his car and turns back toward you. "Stay safe y/n, whatever you do don't go looking for him. Your nightmares will be the least of your worries" he slips into the car and leaves.
Well shit.
So, I can predict the damn future? Hell if I knew Dr. Loomis is obsessed with Michael, but what if he is right? Does this mean he really is coming for me?
An eerie feeling coming from somewhere across the street chased away your thoughts. It felt as if someone were watching you. The possibility of Michael stalking you a day early isn't impossible, but why would he be in the first place? He doesn't know you and he sure as hell can't get inside dreams. He's no Freddy Kruger.
The leaves rustled about in the yard followed by a loud crunch over yonder. Time to go inside. Once inside you whipped up some jam on toast and ate at the kitchen counter. The phone about startles you off the stool.
