Chapter 1- Vivid

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Lucy looked up apprehensively at the towering house in front of her. She shivered and hugged herself as a gust of icy wind seemed to come out of nowhere. The weather here was unlike anything she had ever experienced; it was as if cold air had enveloped her entire body. Her blood ran cold as if ice had suddenly invaded her veins. The wind was intense, the leaves rustled fiercely across the driveway and a lone branch seemed to bang vigorously against a shuttered window. It wasn’t just the weather though; it was that house. She didn’t know what it was but she had a bad feeling about it. As she stood in front of the long winding driveway she couldn’t help the feeling that it was leading nowhere good. She wasn’t sure what was hiding behind those thick shrubs and that wrought iron gate, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out either. As she shoved open the gate and began her slow trek up the driveway she couldn’t help the feeling of dread that seemed to overwhelm her. The long rose bushes along her path reached out to her like ghoulish hands ready to pull her down to the pits of Tartarus, the dark purple vines on the trellis seemed to form a sort of twisted maze that added to her macabre view of the new house. She had never wanted to move, had even tried to talk her parents out of it; but they didn’t listen, no one ever listened to her. Now here she was, making her way towards what felt like the end of life as she knew it. The large oak door begrudgingly creaked open and she peered inside. The air was musty and dank, indicating that no one had inhabited it for a while. As Lucy peered inside she was gravely aware that she was alone in this place; the silence was deafening, with the exception of the odd creeks and moans that accompanied any old house. As she cautiously made her way further inside, Lucy had to admit that what she saw could be likened to the makings of a horror movie. The living room seemed frightening in its current state; devoid of light, the furniture completely covered in white sheets, no evidence of life except for her own heightened breathing.   Shadows seemed to roam around the room in an unnatural way; but she quickly decided it was all in her head. She stopped suddenly at the foot of the staircase and peered upward into the darkness, wondering if her family was somewhere at the top. Lucy took a deep breath before tiptoeing her way up the stairs. The floor creaked as she made her way upward, adding a layer of intensity to her search. With little effort she reached the top, where she saw a slimmer of light appear from the door at the end of the long hall. Her heart beat like drums inside her ear and she frantically made her way toward the door. Finally she had found them! The door did not readily give way and Lucy had to use the full force of her body to shove it open. As she stumbled inside the room, fully expecting to see her parents and her brother, Lucy was met with disappointment. Moreover, she was greeted by a violent odor that seemed to take over the entire room. She felt a familiar chill run up her spine as if someone or something lurked behind her. She turned toward the door, desperately needing to escape that creepy house.  Lucy froze, her eyes wide with horror as the shadowy figures began descending upon her. The exit had become obscured from view. She was trapped, she needed to scream. She opened her mouth but no sound left her lips. She shut her eyes, squeezing them as tightly as she could; maybe if she couldn’t see them they couldn’t hurt her. Lucy heard what she thought was a low growl come from somewhere within the room; before a loud howl echoed throughout the entire house, shaking its very foundation. The house began to collapse around her, she opened her eyes just in time to see a large chunk of ceiling crashing down directly on top of her. Suddenly finding the ability to scream, she held her hands up defensively. This was it, she was about to die.  Lucy sat bolt upright in bed. Her body was completely drenched in sweat. This had been her third time having this dream since moving into the new house. More so the dream was becoming more and more vivid. As she laid back in bed Lucy thought about what her life had been like before moving to this new place. Everything had been perfect; but now here she was barely able to sleep, to be honest she had become terrified of sleeping. She laid back and stared at the ceiling above her, she knew better than to hope for sleep to return. Lucy looked at the clock on the night stand next to her; it was only 12:00 AM. She had a long night ahead of her and as she had done all those nights before; she’d just have to endure.
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