*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* I slide my hand over to the night stand and feel around for my phone but I stop and sit up in a panic, where's my phone?! That's not my alarm? I slowly look over the side of my bed and I see my phone laying there on the floor I reach down to pick it up, something grabbed my leg I turn around ... " Because I'm happy, clap alon-" I shut off my alarm, it was just a dream. I've been having the same dream for about three days now. Does this dream mean anything? I stand up and walk over to my computer, I start to type in of continuous dreams that stay the same have a meaning as I hear my dad yelling at me from downstairs "Ginger?! Get your ass down here right now!" Oh god no not again what did i do now? I think to my self in a panic.
YOU ARE READING
Ginger.
HorrorGinger. She's different. Her head has never been quite right..... When she was little her father had murdered her mother right in front of her, but she has never told another living soul with the fear that her father might kill her. But every night...
