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School Day Chapter 5
By aragorn_8
~ CHAPTER 5 ~
Nightmares
In the Stuart's house, Mrs. Stuart sat at a kitchen table, talking on the phone. There was a window behind her and it was so dark out, she could have been living in a black hole and it wouldn’t be any darker.
"Mom, I'm scarred. I Think Frank's cheating on me. He hasn't come home yet." Mrs. Stuart sounded concerned, and she hoped more then anything that she was wrong. Where else could he be? If he was in a car accident or something, she would have been notified.
"Oh no Honey, not Frank. He wouldn't do that. He's a good man." Her mother reassured her, but the voice didn’t sound very reassuring. Mrs. Stuart found herself not really believing her mother.
"I hope you're right." she managed to choke out, fighting back tears.
At the grocery store, Mike and his mom walked through the packed store. The aisles weren’t that wide, and almost one person from every family in Heartfield was in the store, packing up on food before the storm hit.
The cashiers were busy, line ups going almost the entire length of the store in some cases.
Mike and his mom had a cart almost filled to the top with food and other home accessories when Jesus walked out from around the corner of another aisle, and as he passed by them, he stopped to talk to Mike.
"Hey Mike. I see you're preparing for the storm too." Jesus said in his squeaky voice, which, just like every other student, Mike hated listening to.
"Get the hell away from me!" Mike expressed, pushing Jesus away with one hand, causing Jesus to stumble back and almost hit another person pushing a cart. "I don't like you! Don’t talk to me!"
"Michael!" Mike's mom gasped. She couldn’t believe her son just did that! That poor kid!
"It's ok Mam." Jesus said politely. "I'm use to being treated like that. Everyone hates me because I get good marks and I don't do drugs, or drink, or date.” Jesus looked at the floor as he turned and walked away. “Well bye." he said softly as he disappeared around another corner.
Mike’s mom turned on him, furious. "What's the matter with you?" Mike's mom asked him, raising her voice, not caring who in the aisle heard.
"What's the matter with me?" Mike yelled back, drawing some more attention from onlookers. "What's the matter with you? Can't you see he's a total nerd? I'm not the only one that hates him, you know! As he said, no one likes him. He’s so friggin’ annoying!"
"Don't raise your voice at me!” Mike’s Mom said sternly. “I'll have your dad deal with you when we get home!" In their family, Mike’s dad decided the punishment, even though the majority of the time, it was Mike’s Mom that decided he did something wrong.
"This bites! I'm walking home!" Mike turned and ran off down an aisle, anger flaring in him.
"Get back here!" Mike's mom shouted, but it was too late. Mike had already left her view, and was probably already close to the exit doors.
At Brad's house, Brad and Jeff were in Brad's room, finishing up watching Day of the Dead.
"Great movie!" Jeff exclaimed. "I like Night of the Living Dead better though."
"Your crazy!" Brad remarked. "Day is far better then Night. Any horror fan can see why. It has more killing, more blood, more zombies, more deaths!"
"Whatever!" Jeff brushed him off with a wave of his hand and a smile.
"Are you getting smart with me?" Brad asked, suddenly turning serious. Jeff turned to look at him, and was wondering if he was joking or not. It was hard to tell with Brad.
Brad suddenly reached over to his desk and took a knife off and opened it up, pointing it at mere inches from Jeff’s stomach.
"Dude," Jeff said, starting to sweat at the forehead. "Come on. There's no reason to do this." Jeff suddenly knew that Brad was serious and he never felt this afraid in his life, which if he didn’t handle this properly, wasn’t going to be much longer.
"I'm a little crazy, so I wouldn't mind hurting you!" Brad informed Jeff, bringing the knife closer.
"Please, don't do this." Jeff pleaded, tears about to form in his eyes. He really didn’t want to die. He liked his life. Sure, at times, he might have wanted to die, but not at the moment!
Brad poked the knife into Jeff's chest, but not enough to brake the skin. Jeff felt a little sharp pain and he breathed air in, holding his breath, hoping that Brad wouldn’t drive the knife in further, and if he did, Jeff was dead. Was this kid crazy?
Suddenly, Brad pulled the knife away and started laughing maniacally. As he did, he reached out and placed the knife back on his desk.
Jeff was still trying to recover from the shock, and he was trying to figure out what the heck was going on. "What the hell?" he asked, looking at Brad.
"You actually thought I was going to kill you? I wouldn't harm a fly." Brad said, then started laughing harder, rolling around on the floor.
Jeff couldn’t believe this guy! He nearly gave him a heart attack and Jeff now knew the answer to the question that was in his head a moment earlier. This kids was crazy!
"I'm out of here." Jeff sighed, not sure whether to be mad or relived. Jeff stormed down the stairs and to the porch, putting on his shoes and jacket, and left, Brad's laugh echoing in his mind all the way to his car and his ride home.
At Allison and Savanna's house, Allison was in her room, in her pajamas, talking on the phone to Leticia. She sat in a chair she had in her room, next to her bed. The blinds to her window was closed, but her window was open, causing the blinds to blow open lightly and hit against the window as it came back.
"Candice has gone all weird!" Allison was saying. She had explained the situation that happened earlier that day to Leticia, and now she was complaining about how Candice acted. "She wants me to go out with Dillon! If she likes him so much, why doesn't she go out with him?"
"Calm down, Ally. She doesn't have a chance with Dillon and she knows it. Dillon only wants girls with a perfect figure like you. Candice is a little pudgy."
"Well we got into a fight, but we'll probably make up again tomorrow. We always do."
"Sounds good to me. I like it when we're all cool with each other. I hate it when everyone’s always fighting."
"I do have a bigger problem with Dillon though..." Allison trailed off, not sure how to tell Leticia.
"What is it?" Leticia asked, sounding concerned.
"He said since I said no to him, that he'd start rumours about me." Allison had fear in her voice, and Leticia could tell.
"Screw him. Don't believe his 'I'm well respected' crap. Everyone knows him and Steven are sleaze balls. They wouldn’t listen to him for anything."
“Yeah, but he might also beat the crap out of Jeff since he knows that he likes me.”
“Well we’ll just have to hang around with Jeff a lot for the next couple of weeks. Dillon wouldn’t dare do anything to Jeff with him, Edward, me, you, Candice, and our friends around. To many witnesses.”
Allison smiled. "Thanks. This talk really helped." whenever Allison was feeling bad, she always talked to Leticia and she always cheered her up. It was annoying tonight though, because she had been trying to reach her all afternoon, forgetting that her and her sister were going to the mall, so there was no answer whenever she called. Then once her mother answered and said she was still gone out, so when Leticia got home, she was told that Allison called her, so she called her back.
"Anytime. So just get some sleep and forget about it for the night. Get some rest.”
“I will.”
“Good. Now good night."
“Night.” Allison hung up her phone and she leaned over and turned off her lamp, plunging her room into darkness. She reached over and pressed ‘play’ on her stereo, causing music to turn on.
She rolled back over and closed her eyes, soon going into a deep slumber.
Jeff stormed into his house, slamming the door behind him. "I'm home!" He shouted out. It sounded more harsh then he meant, but he didn’t really care. No answer. That’s odd. He thought as he continued waiting to hear an answer.
As he waited, he heard a pitter-patter and looked at the windows, seeing that they were quickly getting soaked by rain. Looks like I got home just in time! He thought to himself.
After a minute, he took his shoes off and walked through his house until he reached the kitchen, where he walked across the white floor to the fridge. On the fridge was a piece of paper with writing on it, stuck there by a magnet.
Jeff snapped the paper up and read it:
Jeff,
We're gone up to get your sister. We'll be back probably tomorrow evening or early morning the next day. There’s food in the fridge that we picked up today and don’t forget to clean your room and do any homework you might have.
Love you.
Mom and Dad.
Jeff crumbled up the paper in one hand, the crunching sounding through the kitchen, and he went over to the garbage and tossed it in, getting it in on the first shot.
He walked back to the fridge and opened it, the light inside glowing across the kitchen floor. As he looked inside, he saw all the food. The fridge was stock full of food, including two pizza boxes. A smile formed on Jeff’s face as he moved his eyebrows up and down.
Jeff was in his computer room, on his computer, three empty pizza boxes behind him and a bowl of ice cream on the computer table in front of him. The only light in the room came from the computer screen, and a dim light in a green case above him, hanging from the roof, creating a green glow in the room.
He jumped as thunder boomed from outside the house, causing it to shake a little.
He was on the net, checking his e-mail account for any new messages. He had three, but two of them were junk mail, which he immediately deleted, not even wanting to read them.
He opened his one unread e-mail from one of his friends from the old city he used to live in.
Hey Jeff. Haven’t talked to you in awhile. How’s it been? How was your first school day? Mine was the usual. Roberta says hi, and she got a new boyfriend (What else is new?). His name’s Rob I think. He looks kind of what Daryl looks like, only without glasses. Anyway, I have to go because my mom needs to use the phone, so I’ll write more later. Bye.
Justin
Suddenly Jeff heard the sounds of footsteps on the floor above him, creating a creeking sound and his eyes immediately looked at the roof. The computer room was in the basement, with two other floors above it. At first he thought it was just the thunder shaking the house again, but after he heard another boom, he listened and heard the footsteps again.
"Mom? Dad? Hello?" He called out, not really expecting an answer, but hoping for one. No answer, but the footsteps did stop. Now Jeff’s earlier thought about it being the way the old house was, ended and he knew something was up. Maybe it was a robber or some other kind of convict braking into his house for some kind of reason.
But that’s odd because he didn’t hear any sounds of forced entry and he remembered locking the doors.
He left the computer room and walked down the hall, no carpet on it, so it was cold on his bare feet. He went into dad's workroom and over to the table. He climbed up onto the table and reached onto the wall, where a rifle was in a holding clip for it.
He took the rifle off and jumped down off the table and reached over and opened a drawer in his dad’s large metal toolbox, that was as high as he was as thunder boomed once more.
Inside the drawer he opened, were wrenches, so he quietly closed it and opened another, which had rifle casings. He took a bunch and put them in his pants pocket, and then took a few and loaded them into the gun.
He cocked the gun and as he walked towards the stairs, he shouted out, “Whoever's in my house better leave! I’m armed and not afraid to shoot!"
He walked up the stairs slowly, a couple of creeks here and there. He went to the middle/main floor of the house and looked around in the darkness, but didn’t see anything out of place or missing. Normally he would have trouble seeing in the dark, but his eyes had already adjusted, so he could see excellent.
Lightning flashed, lighting the house up for a second, before plunging it into darkness again. A second later, thunder followed.
Jeff started thinking, Maybe it was just the wind or something after all. Jeff thought that maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks on his mind, but as he turned to go back downstairs, his eyes fell upon muddy shoeprints going across the floor. No way the wind or his imagination could have caused that!
He followed the trail and saw that it went across the floor and up the next set of stairs, to the top floor.
The sound of his dog barking suddenly cut the eerie silence, the noise coming from upstairs. After a couple of minutes, he heard his dog growl, bark once more, yelp, and then it was back to silence. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed again.
Jeff's eyes shot wide open and he dashed for the stairs. I swear, if whoever’s in my house, even touched my dog, then so help me God...
He rushed up the steps to the top floor. Once he got to the hallway, he rushed into his room and frantically looked around, seeing nothing out of place or missing. Then he quickly ran back down the hall as lightning flashed and rain pounded the windows, and Jeff ran into his parent’s room.
He stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw. His dog was on the bed, it’s stomach ripped open and it’s guts were sprawled across the sheets, staining them red. Thunder boomed again and Jeff screamed.
"Ahhhhhh! Raptor!" Before he could do anything, Jeff felt a grip on his shoulder and he knew his face went white as his heart stopped when he was spun around, being face to face(Well hood) with Grim Reaper! Lightning and thunder flashed and boomed, almost on cue.
"Beware!" Grim Reaper said in a muffled voice. Jeff thought he kind of recognized the voice, but he didn’t have time to think anything else passed that, because Grim Reaper had raised his scythe and out of reflex more then defence, Jeff raised the rifle.
The scythe slashed down, slicing off the barrel of the gun with a loud crack! The barrel of the gun clattered to the floor.
Jeff looked up just in time to see the scythe connect with his face, and all went black, even before he could feel the pain.
Jeff woke up in his bed, sweating, eyes wide "Just a dream. That's all." He panted, low on breath. He started freaking out and quickly looked over and to his relief, he saw his dog sleeping at the foot of his bed, it’s chest heaving up, then down.
He looked out the window and saw that rain had never fallen and the ground was as dry as a rock in the dessert.
Jeff sighed and went back to sleep, but almost scared to. The dream had seemed to real. To lifelike.
Mike was standing on his porch, looking out into the night, fog starting to rise from the ground, making it even harder to see, as if the darkness of night wasn’t enough. There was little light provided by the stars that rested above his head, so it was hard to see anything.
He heard the sound of footsteps walking across dried grass and dead leaves, crunching them, and Mike started looking around, seeing who was coming.
He saw a figure holding a shinny object, walking out of the fog, heading towards him. As Mike peered closer, he saw that the person was dressed as the Grim Reaper, the shining object being his scythe.
"Hello?" Mike called out as the fog got thicker.
Before the figure answered, he flung the scythe, causing it to cut through the air, spinning end over end, until it approached the wide-eyed Mike. Thwak! It hit and embedded in Mike's face, causing blood to form at the edges.
Mike fell backwards, falling to the floor of his patio, dead, the scythe still sticking up out of his face.
Mike’s eyes suddenly shot open and he sat straight up, screaming, sweat on his head. He looked around after he calmed down, and saw he was in his dark bedroom, his sheets on his bead soaked from all his sweat.
It was just a dream. A bad dream. He was still angry at his mom, and that's all. He soon closed his eyes and fell back asleep again, hoping not to have another dream like that one, which he didn’t. The rest of the night for him was dreamless.
All throughout the town, various kids woke up, sweating, wide_eyed, having had similar nightmares as Jeff and Mike. Some might have said it was some kind of new mass hysteria, but it wasn’t. It was something more.
6/12/2002 8:39:16 PM
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