Chapter Three

Something about this place seemed familiar, like it was hidden deep inside her closed off memories, yet some of it was unknown, irrelevant, unusual. Even those people... standing at the end of the bridge... Seth knew them all as well, and yet they were total strangers in a sense.


There was a strange feeling going around in the air... these people. They were ghosts. Seth rubbed the back of her neck and slightly shook with fear. The best serial killer in the world... shaking with fear, or perhaps it was the eerie chill all around her.


"We will kill you." firmly said the one in front of all the others. "We will gut your organs out bit by bit and watch the birds tear apart your bloodied flesh right in front of us. There truly is no where to go... Seth. We are in charge of this murder, not you."


Seth tried to run farther, but she couldn't go any faster. The blood thirsty ravenous spirits came closer and closer...


They surrounded her, and stared at her as if they could kill her that way, slowing staring into the pit of her soul and ripping it out, piece by tiny piece. The headless one approached her, "You are to suffer the same fates as us!"


They started to rip her apart, and the dream stopped just then, although she felt she could still feel the pain. Was Seth feeling guilty?





(Tada! Its the ends of chapter three, I just wanted to post something of me talking here, and i wanr you if i say something that doesnt make sense its because im so freaking tired, ill post chapter four as soon as I can but school starts tomorrow and its 2:28 am here... if my writing is terrible when im tired, PLEASE let me know.
-LOONEYbear)

(Oh and there will be a part two to this dream, once i catch some sleep myself. :P)