Episode 1

“AAHHHH” I screamed, and then I was wide awake. I spun around frightened to see what was there, but as far as I can see in the dark it’s just a weirdly emptied room. I glance over at my alarm clock glowing brightly a mild yellowish green in the dark as it reads 2:43 am. “It happened again” I mumble, it has been going on for months now. Though there was one thing that bothered me, nothing in the dream made any sense whatsoever. In the dream, it was a dark place between space and time where you never stop falling until a shadowy figure appears, with a smile as dark as a murderer, eyes as red as the flames burning in hell. He comes slowly then his screams echo, though you’re still falling suddenly it stops, everything, stops you stop.

It’s now 7:53. I’m going to be late for school now. I sit down at our dark oak table with wooden chairs as white as snow. I look to the left and in the antique mirror we got for Christmas one year I see the bags under my eyes; they are long and dark as if I didn’t sleep at all. I slowly look around the room nothing new, Tommy my little brother is just playing with his red, blue and green trucks, meanwhile, mom is in the living room playing classics on the piano. Dad is the one who does the housework. Now he is cooking eggs and bacon, though the sound of mom’s piano doesn’t cover up all the sounds of the bacon and eggs sizzling. “ALY” Tommy yells just noticing I have entered the room. “Hey buddy” I reply to him with his little smile. “Are you excited?” he asks loudly with a big grin. “for what’ I ask looking quite puzzled if I do say so myself. “We are moving tomorrow and today’s the last day of school”. “Shoot I completely forgot about that,” I said, Tommy, laughed and said your forgetful Aly” he smiled then walked away laughing to himself with a smirk on his face. I had completely forgotten we were moving to Canada. I thought we would all live in Texas forever because I was born in England then we moved to Texas around two years after I was born. Mom got a job up in Canada; she gets to teach music at a gifted school for creative kids. Now I and Tommy are forced to go to that rich kid's school and half of them aren’t even gifted it is ridiculous. I call those rich kids “spoiled brats” but mom told me to stop calling them that at once or else.

I am now at school and it is around 8:15, I am now at least five minutes late.

“ALY” Lizzie screams, “I was worried you moved a day earlier than planned,” she says with a sigh of relief. “So want to hang out after school,” asks Lizzie with a bright attitude. “I..um cant you know moving stuff” I stuttered but made sure to sound sad. The truth is I had finished moving, I just wanted some alone time and search my dreamsearcher.com. ugh, school is the worst, “RRRIIIINNNGGG” the bell roars. I guess it's time for art class. I pause looking in the room realizing that this was the last day I would see this room. I slowly start to zone out until “ouch” Andre the class troublemaker had hit me in the back of the head with a piece of crumpled paper. “Oh well,” I said to myself. I pick up the piece of paper and unfold it. I gaze upon the writing in pitch black ink. Surprised as I read it aloud. My face drops and my eyes begin to droop as my head spins with the room. My eyes shut until there is nothing but darkness. Even the voices of those who call for me fade away. I'm back, to that place, that hell. Stuck in that place.

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