Beginning of Prologue
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of cama lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are you awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had said to him ever so quietly. “What brings you so early this morning to my house? And who even let you in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did you go to cama last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And you know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the topo, início of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if you want to you can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my cama picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I said over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey or curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed por this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t mover because he was Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream comprar from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are you okay, pumpkin? You seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a segundo time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right seguinte to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I said still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove progressivo, para a frente and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a kiss on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of cama lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are you awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had said to him ever so quietly. “What brings you so early this morning to my house? And who even let you in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did you go to cama last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And you know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the topo, início of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if you want to you can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my cama picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I said over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey or curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed por this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t mover because he was Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream comprar from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are you okay, pumpkin? You seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a segundo time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right seguinte to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I said still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove progressivo, para a frente and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a kiss on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits por Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to mover tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fogo earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fogo ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits por Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to mover tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fogo earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fogo ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a árvore
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the topo, início you see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this dia those who were near said it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
seguinte chapter "The pookie Returns"
left front clockwise: Charlie,Alice,Hollie,Connor and Jon
