Candlelight... (A new creepypasta story)

Chapter One The Dream

It is a warm, humid summer night. You can hear the clouds roaring with thunder. There, sitting on the porch is a young girl, she has nice and luscious brown hair and kind light brown eyes that can light up your day if you just look into them. But they seem gloomy, you can hear her sniffle every couple of seconds as she wipes away her tears that floods her eyes once in a while.

She gazes up at the stars, praying almost every thirty minutes. As it begins to drizzle, she gets up and walks inside. She is holding a nice perfect blood-red rose in her hand and wearing a pitch black silk dress that falls to her knees.

She walks across the living room, you can hear her mother in the kitchen sniffle a little while she chops some steak. The girl rolls her eyes and silently sneaks up the stairs. Nobody can hear her, she is a very slender girl. Her legs are like twigs and they are quite long, her skin is pale like moonlight shining in the dark night sky.

Her name is Rosie, Rosie Kohlson. She is a very nice girl, she has nice best friends, roof over her head and food on the table. But she doesn't have that "perfect" life everybody wishes they have. Soon depression would hit her, after her grandmother recently died of cancer.

Rosie lightly shuts the door and locks it. She jumps onto her bed and sobs into her pillow. She takes her matches and lights up her grandmothers candle she gave her right before she died in her arms, and lays flat on her back starring up at the ceiling.

About 2 hours later she realizes the time is 12:08am, she wipes her eyes and weeps a little. She swings open her closet door and looks for the most comfortable pajamas she could find.

Rosie strips off her dress and immediately gets a major migraine, she collapses onto the floor and starts breathing rapidly, heart racing, stomach twisting, ears ringing. Her face is even more pale than ever, she grips her knees and set her head on them.

Soon enough she starts coughing crazily, coughing up blood, gasping for air every second drowning in her own blood, as her life flashes before her.

Everything is pitch black, Rosie looks down at herself and sees that her dress is torn. She gasps and drops a box of matches, and sees that she is holding her grandmothers candle.

She starts walking, but it seems like she is going no where. There's a light, she starts running fast, faster and faster every heartbeat. Finally she screams for help, but nobody seems to be around. She turns around quickly when she feels a tap on her shoulder, she screams at the reflection of herself in a mirror.

Rosie is covered in cuts, bruises, and serious burns. Her eyes are nothing but plain white, she starts shaking her head no. She covers her mouth and starts crying, tears rolling down her cheeks. She starts backing away but feels something bump into her behind her. She quickly snaps and looks up, a tall man, his skin even more pale than hers, it's almost paper white. His face, it has no features.

Rosie opens her mouth to scream but nothing comes out but a big breath of air. She smells something burning, turns around to see that there is fire surrounding her. She tries to look back to see the tall man again but he is gone, just fire surrounding her.

"No... No... No!!!" She yells, she drops to the ground and starts crying once again.

Rosie jumps up, her heart is racing and she's breathing rapidly once again. But this time, luckily, she doesn't feel sick. But she is still a little shakey, she tries to shake it off and puts on her pajamas. But all she thinks about is how she looked in that weird dream, and how she saw that tall featureless man.