User:VanishingShadow

My name is Michael. It was July 25th, 2007. 6:17 AM. I woke up to a nightmare. I can't remember the last time I had one, it had to have been at least seven years.

I was walking down the middle of a dark and cold street, alone; not a single soul in sight. The street lights were a dim yellow, but they only lit up the street, not the sidewalk or anything past that. I counted only 25 lights, before I seen a dark figure in the distance. As I got closer to the silhouette, I noticed that it was a young girl with long hair, wearing a white, bloodied dress. She was also holding out a teddy bear in front of her, talking to it. She was speaking a different language, so I couldn't understand what she was saying. But, she quickly stopped, when she noticed me walking in front of her. She looked straight at me, and I immediately stopped in place, as she did. She said something quietly, so I couldn't hear her. I replied with, "What?" Her eyes went black, and she then shouted, in an ear deafening screech, "IT IS COMING!" I then started to hear whispers from all around me. They drew closer, and closer. The lights were fading, as the whispers were getting louder, and when the lights finally went out... I woke up.

I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom. I turned on the sink, threw water on my face, and looked at the mirror. In my reflection, I noticed dry blood in my right ear. "What is this?", I said, as I rubbed my ear with my index finger. It stung a bit, so I quickly moved my finger away, and got a closer look in the mirror. "My ear bled when I was asleep?" I said. I ignored it for now, because I could hear out of it, and it didn't hurt unless I touched it. "I'll go to the doctor after work." I said. I washed the blood off of my hear, and got ready for work. I got dressed in proper attire, and looked at my pillow. There was no blood to be seen anywhere, so I just moved on with my day.

I got in my car, put the key in the ignition, and started it up. I started backing out of the driveway, until I seen a young girl in the rear-view mirror. I slammed the breaks, and put it in park. I got out to ask if she was okay, but she wasn't there anymore. I looked around, but there was no sign of her. "I'm going crazy." I thought. I went back to my car and got in, buckled my seat-belt, and looked to the passenger's seat. To my surprise, was the young girl, sitting there. I jumped, put my hands on my face and leaned against the steering wheel. I looked back up at the girl, but she was gone. Without a sound. I didn't hear the door open, or close. I brushed it off with the excuse of being tired. I pulled out of my driveway and started driving.

As I was driving, my radio turned on by itself. I tried to shut it off, but it didn't cooperate. The music stopped, and it went to static. I started to hear whispers coming from it. The same whispers I heard in my nightmare. "What's going on?" I thought. As I tried to shut it off, the whispers became louder. They finally stopped, and I looked back at the road, only to find the young girl walking in the street. I hit the breaks, but it was too late. I was going to fast. I hit her. I hit the little girl with my car. The car finally stopped, and I got out as fast as I could. I ran to the bloodied young girl, wearing a white dress. I tried to dial 9-1-1 with my phone, but it wouldn't work. I yelled for someone's help, and they ran to me and called 9-1-1. People started surrounding the scene, and the ambulance finally showed up. They put her on the stretcher, and into the truck, and drove away. Her father came up to me, and started yelling at me. Asking me why I was distracted, and not paying attention to the road. I apologized the best I could, but it wasn't convincing him. I offered to pay the medical bill, and he accepted.

A week went by after what happened. I haven't been the same since. I've been less active; I've missed seven days of work. I'm sure they've fired me. I haven't opened my mail, so I wouldn't know. Well, except today's mail. I seen a letter from the father of the girl. I opened it, and it said, "Dear Michael, She didn't make it. They were too late on bringing her in. She flat-lined seven minutes into the operation. I know you said you were going to pay for the bill, but I've got it covered. Thank you for your offer. Her funeral is in a week, if you want to come. Sincerely, John" I felt so bad at this point. I didn't know what to do. I killed a young girl, with potential ahead of he, and I'm not getting punished for it. I decided to go to the funeral.

When I got there, the family was staring at me. Angered and upset. One spoke up, "This is all your fault, isn't it!?" I kept quiet. I didn't want to make this any worse than it already was. The rest of them kept away from me, they were all talking about how they're gonna miss her. As we all sat down, I heard them whispering. It was the same whispering from my dream, and the radio. Almost like, I visioned this. Like I seen this happen, before it did. A little boy pulled my sleeve, and I looked at him. He said, "This was her favorite toy." And handed it to me. It was a teddy bear, with a sewn cut, down the middle of it's belly. This had to be the teddy bear I seen in my dream. While I was looking at the bear, everything stopped. No one was moving or talking. I didn't hear anything. I looked up, and seen the little girl. She said, "It is here." She put her hand to her stomach. I figured it was the bear she was talking about, so I nodded. She then said, "Leave now. Before anyone can see you." I listened for some reason. I got up out of my chair, and went home.

When I got inside, I put the bear on my kitchen table. I grabbed scissors, and sat down. I started cutting the thread that held the bear's cut together, and it started to reveal something. I finished cutting open the bear, and took out what was inside. It was a note, and a well crafted dagger. It looked like it was made professionally. I opened the note, and it said, "To who is Chosen, Use this knife to stab "it". "It" is coming soon. "It" is a dragon man, with three toes and fingers. It wants to find true Chosen person. From, Stacey"

I was confused at this point. I picked up the dagger to examine where it was made, but it didn't say. It didn't say what the blade was made out of either. I looked down at the table, but the teddy bear was gone. It started to get dark outside fast. I jumped out of the chair and went outside my house. Only the streetlights were on. I walked down my walkway, and down the driveway in the middle of the street. This was the same street from my nightmare. The same amount of lights. The same darkness past the sidewalk. The only thing different, is what was in the street. There was cotton from the teddy bear. I followed the cotton with the dagger in my hand. I stopped, when I seen a dark figure walking towards me in the distance. It looked like it had horns. I figure this is the, "It" the little girl mentioned so many times. I started walking towards it, and when we reached at least ten feet from each other, we stopped. It definitely looked dragon-like. It was about six feet tall, and was a humanoid body. I ran at it with the dagger, as if this was my destiny, and stabbed it in the heart. It fell to the ground, with the knife in it's chest.

When I blinked, it was day outside, in my street. I looked down to see her father laying on the ground, with the knife in his chest. It went black, and I awoke at my kitchen table. I sat up and stretched, looking down at the table. I seen all my unopened mail. "Just a big dream..." I thought to myself, as I stood up, out of the chair, and walked to my bathroom. I washed my hands, and threw water on my face. I looked up at the mirror; My eyes started turning completely black. I am Chosen.