Friday
I wake up at 2:00. I didn't have a nightmare or anything. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep so I got up to get ready for the day.
Larry is of course, still asleep. I dress myself in the dark so I wouldn't wake him. I make myself cereal, pack my backpack, and go watch cop shows with gizmo.
It's about 4:00 when I get a call from Ashley.
"Hi ashl-"
"Hey, something is terribly wrong. I can't talk about it over the phone."
She hangs up without any explanation.
I left a note for larry and took off to Ashley's.
I get to her house and to her room.
She's curled in a ball sitting against her headboard.
"Ashley, what's wrong."
"I... I had a dream.. and when I woke up there was this...like... a black figure in the corner. He was getting closer every time I tried to close my eyes"
"Oh... it sounds like sleep paralysis"
"But it wasn't. I was able to move. And, and when I woke up there was this note on my desk... here"
She hands me a piece of paper that reads:
'Ashley Campbell,
Join us.
There's no point of running.
There's no point of trying to escape.'
"Holy shit" I said under my breath.
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Broken Tears
FanfictionSal Fisher has constant nightmares and flashbacks from 'the incident' but ever since he moved to nockfell, he's had his best friend, Larry Johnson, to help him through these times. None of these characters belong to me. They are all from sally face...
