Effect of All-nighters

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!