My name is Skye and I have nothing to say about this dream sequence because I haven’t gone to sleep yet. Sorry to disappoint you who were looking forward to what I would say next, but it’s a relief to me; I hate those dreams.
And now I find myself in Ryan’s house, much against my will of course.
“When I saw you back then…9 years ago I think? You had shorter hair…and I think it was brown.”
“You have a very good memory…” The man with the long red hair lay upside down on the sofa chair, staring at the ceiling. Looking at him now, I saw that he had one brown eye and
Chapter 3- Fatal Turn
After that day, I never saw you anymore.
But I was always kind of hoping that you’d show up again somewhere.
Well, maybe not like this. This is too freaky for my comfort.
What kind of game are you playing at, treeboy?
Or…if you’re a good guy…then who are the others?
I hate my dreams; they’re a constant reminder of how much I fail at life.
So, a big surprise happened. Well, actually, not really. Just like Ryan predicted, the crack in the parking garage concrete was put down as an act of nature and was now in reconstruction. The ground shifted. Huh, go figure. It didn’t really look
Chapter 2- Not so normal
“What do you mean no one else saw him? He was right there!”
“You know her, haha, imaginary friends, that’s all.”
‘But mom…dad, why won’t you believe me?’
Sigh. Another dream along those same lines as all the other ones. I really need to get a proper sleeping schedule and then maybe these things wouldn’t happen.
Ryan must have been a godsend, according to Skye. For the following nights, as he walked her home, nothing happened. But what amazed her even more was that, afterwards while gazing out the window, there were no strange occurrences, no shadow
Chapter 1- Another normal day or something like it
When I was younger, I saw a boy sitting in a tree. I thought it was unusual because he was up so high, and the tree looked difficult to climb.
I said Hello.
He said Hi back.
The funny thing was…no one else saw him that day.
My parents ignored it; just an imaginary friend, they would say.
Soon, he passed into memory, nothing more then a crazy childhood illusion.
Now…9 years later, I see that same boy.
Sitting up high in a tree.
I wake up from that same dream. Nothing’s changed.
I suppose you’re wondering why I’m in my pajamas, at 5 AM, walking home clutch