Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The sun was just beginning to go down as I approached the large, broken down warehouse with caution, its outward appearance sending shivers down my spine. Gravel crunched beneath my feet as I made my way towards a halfway-open metal door surrounded by broken or cracked windows. I slid through the crack in the door and stepped inside the dark empty room.

In my mind, I really had no idea where I was going, or what I was even doing in an abandoned warehouse for that matter. But my body and legs seemed to know exactly where I was going and what my intentions of going there were. I just seemed to know exactly where to turn and which room I was supposed to be in.

I turned down a hallway, and pushed against a heavy, rusted door. It swung open slowly, revealing another dark room, illuminated by a rogue light that spilled through the cracks in between the wooden planks of the wall.

A quiet whimper erupted in one corner of the room. A painful moan. I followed it, walking blindly into the dark of the room, yet still knowing exactly where to go. I walked right beside a long metal table, where a small form laid. As my eyes began to adjust, I could see it was the small form of a little girl, wearing a light colored dress, her hands and feet tied to the corners of the table by thin, metal wires.

The little girl was beginning to cry as she struggled to sit up. Small moans escaped from her throat as she tried her best to free herself from the wires. But after several attempts, she gave up.

“Momma?” the little girl cried. “Mommy?” she sobbed desperately.

“Honey? Honey, I’m here. Mommy’s right over here, baby.” Said a soft, shaking female voice.

“Mommy, my hands hurt.” The little girl whined, trying to lean her head up to examine the deep slits the wires were cutting into her wrists.

“Sweetie, everything is going to be okay. We’re going to be fine. I promise.” The woman was sobbing now.

“Where are we? Where’s daddy?”

“Daddy’s going to come and get us. We just have to be brave.” She assured. “We just have to be brave.” The woman choked out in between sobs.

I turned to where the woman was, tied to a metal chair by the same metal wires, the chairs back to the table where the small girl lay. I couldn’t see her face, but I didn’t have to in order to know that tears were streaming down her face.

“I’ll be brave mommy, I promise.”

The woman began to cry harder, while trying to free her hands at the same time, but without luck. The metal wires were beginning to dig into her arms, causing red liquid to seep from her wrists. More cries escaped from her throat.

Heavy footsteps began to emerge loudly and rhythmically fast outside the door, getting louder with each beat. A gasp escaped from both the little girl and her mother as the footsteps developed until they were right outside the door.

The door squeaked open behind me. I turned around to see a large, muscular silhouette appear in the doorway, walking straight towards me. I shuffled quickly out of the way as he walked past me towards the woman in the chair.

“How is the misses this very evening?” A deep, raspy voice asked, not intending on waiting for the answer. “I hope you’re doing well. Your husband should be joining us soon.”

“Leave him out of this—“

“Shh…” The voice interrupted, the silhouette suddenly jumping in front of the woman, throwing a hand over her mouth in an instant. “No need to scare the child.” He said with a deep chuckle vibrating from his stomach.

The man stood up and walked to the table where the girl trembled, terrified. He lifted a hand and scooped up a lock of her curly hair, twirling it in between his fingers.

“She certainly is a pretty little girl.” He said, tilting his head sideways as though he was speaking directly to her. “Such a waste.” He dropped the lock of hair and returned to the front of the chair.

“If you touch her I swear I’ll—“

“What? You’ll send your stupid mutts after me? Oh, please don’t, I promise I’ll be good.” He said, mocking surrender. He laughed another throaty, bone-chilling, laugh. “They’ll all be glad to be rid of you. Do you really think a bunch of fiends like them could actually want a useless human tagging along? I’m sure none of them will even realize your both gone. And when they do, they’ll thank me.”

“You know nothing of them.”

He chuckled again. “Oh, but I do.” He slammed both hands down onto her arms and squeezed tightly. “I know.”

He stood up, dusting his hands off and walking around her chair. “They certainly don’t want a pathetic and completely useless human and her offspring prohibiting them from their freedom.”

The woman said nothing. She was completely still, and the room was silent for a totally of three seconds.

“Believe me; I’m doing you a favor. I’m saving you from the heartbreak you’d feel later. Consider it as my contribution to you.” He walked to the wall, his back to the woman, leaning over a counter. “Oh, and don’t worry about your brood. I’ll take care of her. Drain her quickly. She won’t feel a thing. I promise.” He slid his arm off the counter, clutching something sharp and silver in his hand.

“No! No! Please!” The woman cried. “Please don’t! Not here, in front of my daughter, please!”

“Oh, on the contrary. What a wonderful idea. I believe it would be a great idea. She should see the whole thing.” He walked over to the table, placing one hand in the middle and lifting up. The entire front part of the table, where the girls head laid, was raised up to where she could now see in front of her, like a hospital bed.

“Much better.” He said with a low chuckle. He raised the knife he was holding in the air, letting the light that peaked through the cracks of the walls reflect off its sharp, mirrored surface.

He lowered the knife to the woman’s head, letting her view the knife as he walked up behind her. He put the blunt part against her throat, wrapping his other hand around her forehead and holding her head still. He pressed the metal into her throat until it cut a small, straight line into her throat. She cried out in pain as the knife slid slowly off her neck.

He slid his finger up the knife’s surface, wiping it clean of the thick, red liquid that streamed on the edge. He lifted his finger to his face, sniffing it a few times and stuffing it into his mouth, licking the blood off with satisfaction.

The woman still cried in pain as blood began to trickle from the deep cut on her neck. The man leaned closer to her, his face directly in hers.

“Say goodbye to your mommy, little girl.” He said, raising the knife next to his face. Whimpers echoed from the little girl as he stood up, giving her a dark glance.

With one last evil chuckle to himself, he shoved the knife into the chest of the woman in front of him. She cried from pain as the knife pierced her heart.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching shriek escaped from the little girl’s throat. A loud, piercing scream that made my throat vibrate painful.

Rapidly, the room began to disappear. It got darker, and the silhouettes disappeared in the darkness, but the scream still shook my insides.


When I blinked, I soon realized warehouse had disappeared and I was back in my bedroom. The scream continued to echo in my ears, growing louder and deeper as I looked around. The door in front of my bed was wide open, the lamp on the desk was on and Colleen was sitting next to me, shaking me in alarm.

“Honey! Juliet, what is it? What?!” She exclaimed, clutching my face with her hands.

As soon as I saw her face, the scream stopped, and there was only the sound of mine and Colleen’s heavy breathing as we stared at each other, frightened.

“Honey, why were you screaming?” She demanded. Her eyes were wide with terror.

I looked at her in confusion. “I wasn’t screaming.” I denied, sitting up and rubbing my stinging eyes.

“Juliet, yes you were. I was sitting right here, shaking you while you were screaming. You almost gave me a heart attack!” She said, putting her hand over her heart and clutching her shirt. “Did you have a nightmare?”

I looked away, trying to remember. It was all a bit fuzzy, I didn’t remember much. Just a knife, a man, woman and a little girl along with a lot of screaming, which obviously was me.

“I think so…I’m not sure.” I replied, my voice shaky and hoarse.

Unexpectedly, a terrible, sharp pain erupted on my neck. I grabbed hold of my scar as it stung severely, wincing and hoping the pain would stop.

“What’s the matter? What is it?”

“My neck…hurts.” I moaned in anguish. “Aah!” I exclaimed as it stung worse with each passing second. Then suddenly the pain stopped within a fraction of a second.

I let go of my neck in confusion and looked around the room, trying to return my breathing back to normal.

Colleen stared at me, her eyes still wide with fright, fear plastered all over her face. “Do you want me to get some ice?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No.” I replied. “It’s fine now.”

She watched me, unconvinced. “Okay.” She said. “Do you think you can go back to sleep?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I mumbled, looking at her.

She stared at me for a few seconds and stood up, still breathing heavily as she sighed. “Okay. Well I’m going to try to go back to bed. There’s still a few more hours before you have to wake up in the morning. Try to get a little more sleep, okay?”

I nodded.

“If you need anything, I’m right down the hall.” She said, pausing to look around the room, back at me, then at the door, exiting through it and closing it on her way out.

I sighed when she was gone. I rubbed my fingers through my hair and slid to my feet. The wooden floor was cold beneath my bare feet, as it always was.

I didn’t think it was possible for me to get to sleep that night. I was wide awake by then, and the excitement from the nightmare had shaken my nerves. I didn’t want to go back to sleep and risk reliving the nightmare.

Not to mention that I would have to get up in about two more hours to get ready for my first day attending the Cutler, Maine high school, and all the excitement I felt for that experience was sure to keep me up—and I mean that with every bit of sarcasm that I can gather.

I staggered over to my desk and snatched a thick book from the small shelf, then returned to my bed. I was beginning to reread the book The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It was on a summer reading list from my school a couple years ago, and ever since I read it the first time, I’d always been intrigued by it. I was reading it again just for the fun of it, but now, as my eyes scanned the words across the pages, I couldn’t focus on the story. My mind kept replaying the nightmare—or what I could remember of it. It was the same as the nightmare I had been waking up to every night, but this night was the first I had ever woken up screaming. I had never gotten as far in it as I had tonight.

I wondered what it meant. I had always heard that if you have the same dream over and over again that it must mean something. But I had no idea what this dream meant. It was completely random and made no sense. But yet, it felt so real. I could see and hear everything as if it were actually happening right in front of me. And in a way, it sort of was. I didn’t know why, but it was. And strangely enough, most of it felt familiar to me. Not familiar as in I’d had this dream before, but familiar as in I’d been in this situation before. I’d seen it all, before the dreams.

I shook the strange thoughts from my head. They were too confusing to comprehend, even for myself.

I cleared my mind of the dream, and the thoughts, and focused on the words on the page of the book, giving myself a mental definition of each one as I read.

I got as far as chapter seven, when the alarm clock next to my bed went off. A large lump of dread anchored in the bottom of my stomach as I listened to its grating, rhythmic beeping.

With a long exhale, I flung my hand down onto the snooze button, silencing the clock and its summoning of the terrible day that I knew was coming more quickly than I hoped for.


The End

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