Short Stories

Dream

I'm running ... there's like 5 or so men chasing me with guns. What the hell did I do? I ran even though something wanted me to turn back .. so I looked behind me to see these same men still casing me. Suddenly there was another one just beside me. He seemed good... not trying to kill me that is. He took my hand and told that we have to run ... I wanted to roll my eyes. Wasn't that obvious? I have been running from them quite a while now. We were in front of some house it looked like a cabin or one of those old wooden houses. I't was small. he took me inside. And locked the door. I was right It was just like a cabin. with 2 bunk-beds and both had mattress under it. when i looked closer there were like 5 people in there plus the one beside me and me of course. I felt tired I don't know how but I knew they were not going to hurt me. Seemed like they wanted to help. They can't.

I saw these men who were chasing me they came closer sill running. windows were open ... I wasn't only one noticing that ... he - the guy with me ( who helped me before) he pulled the windows down ... I did the same in my side. ... The windows were ring up again ... what the hell. We started to pull them down using as much as force we could muster. It went on what feels like for ever. Finally we manged to close the windows. He took some kind of a key and locked them. you know these circle thingies like some refrigerators have or doors so you could put a lock on them. It was kinda the same ... only these holes were smaller only meant for that one key to put through. It should keep them locked. He gave the key thingy to me. I looked at window ... It was still locked. ... Guess It is a key? ( sorry don't know how to explain it better ... this key as I said is just some small thing It's easier to compare it with a screw or something like that.)

We were finally safe ... for now.

" so i guess we should make sleeping arrangements for tonight. " I looked around sow one black guy on the top bunk. ( no I'm not a racist) the guy who saved me looked to be Chinese, and well the rest just white I guess. there were two girls on mattresses Which like I said earlier were under the bunk-beds, There was one more guy besides the one talking .... he was cute... not the time for checking out guys! I reminded myself. On second lower bunk there was a girl .. looking my age. Others were definitely older around 20-s. she seemed to be 18-19. The guy who is talking ... looks and acts like a leader. He is not though. How do I know that? I have no Idea. I guess he is only responsible for this group. He jumped off from top bunk before he started talking.

" so you- pointing to the girl who is likely to be my age - and you pointing in my direction"

" come with me" said the girl before the guy gets to finish his sentence"i'll show you the place"

we went under the beds there was a door ..... she opened it. I saw a wooden staircase I was like one of those warehouses or basements. we went down ... It looked familiar. my grandpa must of had it too or was it just my illusion... I'd go with the second. It's common for me. I always had a good imagination.( Or just too many dreams similar to each other) I looked around my eyes settling to a window or a picture ... yea picture seems more logical It reminded me my grandfathers place.

I told her that when she saw me looking at it more like staring. She was about to ask more or say something but was cut off by some noises. She went to open the door an stepped out I did the same. I saw 2 guys one younger like 20-30 years old and then this older guy who I wanted to call grandpa the women I saw him. He wasn't though he didn't look anything like my grandfather. And He was dead ... my grandpa. At least that's what I have been told. Hell I even went to his funeral.

on the roof

there were two more men.. pointing a gun to the old man'grandpa' younger one who stood behind him pushed him on the ground taking a shot in the gut.... saving old mans life. Why would he risk his own life? old man raised his head from the ground kneeling now and took his own gun and shot the guy with the gun ... who made the first shot. and then the other one wend down too. No they are not dead ... not yet. Old man ( I can't keep calling him grandpa he can't be ...) stood up and looked over the younger one.

A/N --- -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

That was end of my dream ... yea I dreamt it like 3h ago. usually I would not post it here or write it down but It was second time I'm having the same dream. Last time was ... I don't even remember. But I do know I have seen It before. I knew the moment It began. And I saw a potential of that dream turning into a story. So if you are interested I will continue with it.