Ice Nine Kills: Nightmare

Chapter 2

It's been four days since I've been in hospital, finally, I'm allowed to go home. Putting on my shoes I stood up and instantly fell back on the bed, pain racing up my leg.
"Dude, you okay?" Dan asked rushing to my side
"Yeah, just my thigh. I'll be fine" I replied
"Maybe this will help?" The nurse spoke from the open door, a crutch in hand
"Maybe" I replied quietly
The nurse walked over and handed it to me.
"Have a safe journey home guys" The nurse said while leaving the room
Reluctantly, I stood up using the crutch,
"You okay?" Dan asked again
"I'm fine! I just want to go home" I snapped
Dan held his hands up in surrender, one by one we left the room

Nobody spoke until we got home, standing out of the car I leaned onto the crutch, instantly easing the pain in my leg. I followed Patrick in through the front door and froze, flashes of the dark figure sliding down the banister came back, my heart began to race, spots of blood now brown lay scattered on the floor, was the only evidence left in this house. A hand came down on my left shoulder, I jumped
"Whoa! Sorry bud, just going to ask if you're okay" Ricky said worriedly
"I'm fine. I'm going to bed" I replied quietly.
No one said a word, I could feel them looking at me, while I helplessly limped up the stairs, once I got into my room I closed the door. Throwing the crutch onto the floor, I flopped onto the bed, I gasped since every bone in my body hurts. 'Ricky? You home? Anybody?' Everything of that dreadful afternoon flashed through my head. Closing my eyes, the knife coming down over and over, blood everywhere, opening my eyes I turned to face the wall, hugging myself as best I can since I have a broken arm, I closed my eyes, thankfully I slowly drifted off to sleep.

There was a noise in my bedroom, opening my eyes I see a dark figure in the corner,
"Hello?" I asked sleepily
This figure didn't speak, sitting up I asked,
"Who are you?"
"I'm your worst nightmare Spencer" It spoke, but I could tell it wasn't human
However, they came out of the shadows, I gasped
"P...Patrick? What are you on about?"
He didn't reply but walked over to the bed with speed.
"Come on man don't scare me like that," I said chuckling a little
He covered my mouth with his hand, Patrick's other hand came down into my stomach, I then realised he stabbed me, he continued to do it over and over, blood painting the walls.

"AHHHHHHH" I yelled sitting up in bed, it was still light, my t-shirt now soaking, sweat dripping down my back again. My chest rising and falling rapidly, I took a big swallow,
My bedroom door bursts open, I flinch, he is really here,
"Spencer! You okay?" Joe asked
Relaxing I managed to reply,
"Yeah, just a bad dream."
I swung my legs to the edge of the bed, reaching down I grabbed hold of the crutch. Using it I managed to stand.
"Where are you going?" Joe asked
"Just to my desk. You can go now. I'm fine" I said, annoyed
Can't they just leave me alone for a second?
Joe nodded and left,closing the door with a soft click,
Opening my laptop I started to scroll, not taking in what I'm really looking at, I started to fall asleep, shaking my head to try and keep myself awake.
"You're going to die, Spencer Charnas" 
I jumped, hitting my knee on the desk, looking around, no one was there, it's now dark out, I must have fallen asleep again. My bedroom is starting to feel claustrophobic, the walls closing in, standing to my feet, I limped downstairs and outside. Breathing out a cloud appeared, it's cold but also relaxing, am I a murderer? I can't get it out of my head, a lot has happened this week. Sitting down, my mind drifted, to images to the figure, to me being accused of murder, who I am? A victim or a killer? Did I imagine that figure and actually harmed myself? No, that can't be what happened, what explains the nightmares? Are they predictions? I placed my head in my hands, my head needs to shut the hell up. I stand up, leaving the crutch where it lay, I started to pace back and forth, thinking.

Where is Spencer now? He's not in his room, I hope he isn't sleepwalking Ricky asked himself. I must find him, I must. Walking out the backdoor, Ricky found the crutch on the floor, but no Spencer,
"SPENCER?!" Ricky yelled
No answer, Ricky scratching his head, walked down the stairs of the veranda onto the damp grass,
"Spencer!" Ricky said in a harsh whisper
There was a noise of the side gate closing, a figure walking, no limping towards Ricky.
"Spencer?" Ricky asked
"What are you yelling about!" Spencer said in a harsh voice
"Where the hell have you been!? It's one in the morning" Ricky replied harshly
"I needed to clear my head," Spencer said quietly
"And you do that with a torch?" Ricky asked confused
"Okay. I was looking to see if there were any clues, evidence of the figure that attacked me since they escaped through the backdoor" Spencer replied
"Did you see anything?" Ricky asked
Spencer shook his head, he also seemed to shiver,
"Come on bro, let's go back in. You're still on the mend and it's freezing out here" Ricky said grabbing hold of Spencer's arm,
"Ouch! Let go that hurt! Injured shoulder" Spencer said frustrated
"Okay okay. Calm down. Jeeze" Ricky said holding his hands up
They both walked, one limped into the house and once upstairs, they went their separate ways, the doors closing with a soft click, once again the house fell silent.