Hannah: 01.23

I woke with a fright; beads of sticky sweat coating my skin. My breathing was heavy and my eyes darted around manically as I took in my surroundings. My bedroom. I was safe. It had just been a bad dream…another bad dream. The same one.

I’d been having this dream… this nightmareevery night for the past three weeks straight. I was alone… completely alone in what seemed like a demolition site. The sky was grey and I was surrounded by thick mists of nothing. In the distance, a shadowy figure watched on. I would walk haphazardly over the rubble towards them, even though I would be screaming not to in my head, when suddenly I would be on my back starring into the grey skies with a searing pain taking over my entire
body. I’d try to scream but my voice would somehow be lost completely. The last
thing I would see would be the cold, dead eyes that are black as the night with
red pupils which bore into your soul. That’s when I’d wake up.

I calmed myself down, bringing my knees up to my chest and placing my forehead against my folded arms resting against my knees. I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath in before looking back up again. Staring back at me were the same four moonlit walls that I’d seen for the last three weeks. I turned to my left and gazed down at the digital alarm clock on my night stand: 01:23. I scoffed to myself. It had happened again.

“How peculiar,” I murmured to myself, turning back to face the way I had been previously, “again.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw her. Lucy. My little sister. She was stood looking out of our bedroom window again into the starry night. She’d been doing this for a while now, sleep walking Mum had said it must be, and I witnessed it each night I’d suddenly woken up at exactly 01:23.

Pulling my covers away, I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and placed my feet against the cold wooden floorboards, putting all my weight onto them and standing up. I moved to her side and looked out at the night sky. It was a full moon tonight. Its eerie glow caressed the dark, angry waters of the midnight ocean, and isolated millions of individual, glittery grains of sand along the surf. The beach house was located no more than fifty feet from the ocean’s edge and, although a beautiful location in the daylight hours, the coast was somewhat mysterious and nerving during the night time, which I’d found both curious and fascinating my entire life.

“What are you looking at, Lucy?” I spoke to myself, knowing that she wouldn’t respond. I daren’t disturb her if she was sleep walking so this was the only way I could communicate with her. However, she titled her head down from the moon and, instead, starred directly at the shed in our beach front garden below. I stared at her serene, blank face and frowned. This hadn’t happened before. I turned my own gaze down to the shed and noticed something odd about it. The usually pitch black windows were… glowing? Was somebody in there? Breaking in? There wasn’t even really anythingworth stealing in there. Except…

Gliding from the window, out onto the hallway and swiftly down the creaky staircase, I made my way to the back door, taking the antique key from its wooden hook and turned it in the rusty lock.

The salty sea air hit my nostrils the minute the door swung open, sending my messy, bed-head curls flying in all directions behind me. It wasn’t cold, but I folded my arms tight across my front as I sped towards the shed door. The glow from the frosted plastic windows was a vivid blue and remained constant, not dimming or fading at all. Unlatching the locks, the flimsy, white washed wooden door flung open. Before me, stood exactly what I expected to find there: a great big, battered, blue police box.

It had been sat in this shed for the best part of twelve years. It had been in a scrap yard when I first set my naïve, five-year-old, school girl eyes on it. I’d been running away from my older brother, Will, as he counted to one hundred in our game of Hide-and-Seek, whilst Dad had been busy talking to the owner and trying to make a deal on various metals for his latest sculpture. It had been in a little alcove all by itself… just stood there, completely out of place. Although the paint work was peeling and was next to destroyed, there was something about it that fascinated me and drew me into it. Will found me, just staring at it, and too was drawn into it. We’d pleaded to Dad to bring it home with us, who wasn’t so keen. However, he was
soon swayed into our request and here it had stood.

Still to this day, the big blue box fascinated me. But tonight, the thing that fascinated me the most about it was the fact that, after twelve years of standing dormant, the light that sat upon the roof of the peculiar blue box was lit, shining a bright blue light.

“Very peculiar.” I whispered.

The End

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