Footsteps, heavy breathing.
“Tracey!”
“Who is calling my name?”
Young girl, about 18 years old, with brown hair runs through the forest. Her hair in her face and suddenly she stops. In front of her she sees a dog, a big white dog, in pain and standing before him a boy, a dark-haired boy about 8 years old, kicking it with a grim face, almost to serious looking face not suited for an eight-year old.
“Stop! You’re hurting him!” she shouted but the boy keeps kicking the dog even harder.
“Tracey! Tracey come down here!”
She runs to the boy and yanks him away from the dog, suddenly the boy isn’t a boy anymore, he is scary looking nightmare creature, who stared at her with a grim red eyes.
“WOAH” crash! She hits the floor of her purple painted room, battling her covers, fighting the evil being.
“TRACEY! Come down here and get yourself something to eat before you go to school!”
“woah what a weird dream, I’M COMING DOWN, just chill..” The young girl stands up, rubbing her eyes and walks down into the big kitchen her mom wanted, of course all cooks have to have huge kitchens, at least that was what her mom said.
“what a weird dream I had” Tracey said while stuffing her face with cereal.
“How come you always remember your dreams? I hardly ever remember mine..” Stephanie said, a woman about 45 years old and of course Tracey’s mom.
“I don’t know.. I guess it’s my special talent or something..” She snorted as she stood up, walked into her bedroom to change into proper clothing for the day ahead.

“Hey dude, check out that gorgeus guy over there!” Annabelle shouted as she spotted Tracey in the hallway. School was almost over and they were going to hang out after at Annabelle’s house.
“geez you don’t have to be so loud!” Tracey and Annabelle had been best friends since kindergarten, Annabelle was blonde and tall, very loud but she was incredibly loyal and trustworthy to her friends, that’s why Tracey forgave her for her open way of talking.
“Oh sorry. Oh my! See his eyes! They’re so pretty!” Annabelle kept squealing, trying to keep her voice down.
“yeah yeah, he’s ok…” Tracey blushed a little, not used to staring at hot guys like Annabelle, Tracey was more up in the clouds always daydreaming.
“Oh, Tracey, there’s your crush, Josh” Annabelle giggled while Tracey stared at her threatingly.
“he’s not my crush.. You crazy baboon.” Annabelle laughed loudly.
“I’m out of here” Tracey stood up, took her bag and headed for the door.
“Wait! Weren’t we going to hang out at my place?” Annabelle said annoyingly.
“I feel kind of tired, I didn’t sleep that well, had a nightmare and all.. I think I should go home and lie down.” Annabelle nodded her head and also took her bag and went her way.

On the way home Tracey felt like she wasn’t alone, like someone was following her.
“Stop following me you creep.” she said to whoever it was. No answer.
“This is way too creepy.” she thought to herself and fastened her pace.
Suddenly she heard a flutter of wings way too big for a bird.
She ran as fast as she could straight home, ran up the stairs to her room and closed the door and there she stood trying to catch her breath and soothe her heart, which was fluttering like a little bird in her chest.
“What was that??” and as she thought that she instantly remembered the creepy boy from her dream, the creature he turned into, long black figure, with slim limbs. The claws reaching for her and the red eyes staring into her, sending shivers down her spine.

To be continued…