Cheryl woke up from her bazaar dream, before it could get even more weird. She saw a ghost in her dreams. Not a scary one, a pleading one. She was asking for her to help her. Cheryl felt the cold sweat on her forehead, making her hair sticky. Why did she come to her for help?!
"Just a dream, just a dream," Cheryl chanted as she stood from her bed. Her parents were out if town, visiting France, Woozworld. She was stil mad at them that they didn't take her.
She kept walking from unitz to unitz until she made to the kitchen. Looking around the pale room, she couldn't help but get chills. Walking to the fridge she pulled out everything she'd need for breakfast. She placed the box of cereal on the counter and turned back to get a bowl and a spoon. When she turned back the box of cereal wasn't there anymore.
"Where-" she stopped when she saw the colourful box in the middle of the kitchen table.
"I'm positive I didn't put it there," she muttered and shook her head. "Don't let a dream get to you." She had to encourage herself to be able to pour cereal in her bowl without her hand shaking as violently as it was. She put the box down and grabbed her milk, but when she started pouring it, nothing came out. Not even a spill, yet Cheryl could feel the by the weight of the package that there was still some liquid in it.
"What the cow?" she asked in surprise. When she held her hand under it red fluid flowed out of it at a peaceful pace. Cheryl dropped the jug in horror. She brought her nose to the liquid and sniffed the scent. Blood.
In hurry to get it off of her, she ran to the sink but no water came out. What is happening?! she though in hurry before going to the towel and starting to wipe the blood off. No matter how long you scrubbed, nothing worked. Tears rolled down Cheryl's eyes and she shut them tight. When she opened her eyes once again, the hand was clean and so was the towel. No single sign of any blood.
"Help me," a frail voice begged, Cheryl turned around quickly, seeing the same pleading girl she saw in her dream.
"I can't help you! What do you want?!" Cheryl cried.
"Help me," the girl repeated herself over and over again. After Cheryl made no try to even go to her, she got mad.
"You envious little girl. When in neede you help people not stand there with tears so fake running down your face," she spat and her eyes turned into a glowing red. She charged at Cheryl and after that nothing was heard from her.
Kathryn woke up with a gasp. What ever happened to Cheryl? It was just a dream, it was just a dream she kept repeating herself and walked out of her unitz. She walked through unitz to the kitchen unitz. She grabbed some bread for toast and then placed 2 pieces of bread on the plate. She turned peacefully to the toaster and put it into warming. She didn't find the plate when she turned back. Instead it had moved to the windowsill....
And so on and on it goes...
The end!
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This is ma story for today :))) Hope ya liked it!
KrissuRawwr
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