The streets are a bit muddy. It wasn't a good day
to wear heels. Each step had a potential of getting stuck. Each side of the
street was occupied with rows of houses, but the street itself was empty.
Suddenly she felt a rush of wind on her right side as a bicycle rode by with
speed. It had brushed by close enough that she almost fell. Thank the Lord for
her cat-like reflexes. The girl realized it was her friend who rode by this
empty street, so she started after him. She was on her way to bring him his homework
anyway.
She started walking faster and as she continued,
warning signs flashed in her head. Something was fishy. She ignored the signs
and continued to increase her speed to a jogging pace. She reached the house at
the end of the street and knocked on the door. She called her friend's name.
"I know you are in here. I saw you on your way. I have your
homework."
The door creaked open and she set her foot in the
door. A sudden migraine came with that first step. It was so strong that she
had to grab her head to get back to her senses. With the migraine came a hoarse
voice, "Watch it!" The girl knew it was just another warning sign
from within her and hesitantly took more steps into the house.
The place was dark as she made her way into the
next doorway. She saw her friend's mother alarmed at her arrival. Without
warning, the girl fell with a yelp. There was a surge of intense pain as if
someone was crushing her spine gradually from the sacrum and moving up. The
pain was unbearable. Tears came rolling down her cheeks.
The mother's face darkened and she was suddenly on
all-fours as her rage emanated about. "How dare you enter, beast?"
she hissed.
The girl, still on the floor, whispered a feeble,
"help me," before she blacked out. Out from her body rose a
spirit.
"Useless vessel! I would have had a better
time in a rock!" the spirit spat at her. Then it looked at the mother,
"Be careful what you say, darling." The spirit had a husky
laugh.
Filled with rage, the mother of the girl's friend
grew claws and jumped at her opponent.
With a jerk, Trina woke up. I don't remember
anyone who looked like that girl in my dream. I don't remember anyone from this
dream, she thought. She rubbed her eyes. "Why am I in tears? What
exactly was that dream?"
Her cheek felt numb. Her book was still wide open.
Her back hurt from sleeping in her desk chair. Yeah, I should avoid
all-nighters from now on, she decided.
Shivers!
