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Nightmares

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Dark past, Unknown future.

Rose just graduated from high school one of the toughest things in her life. Shes finally eighteen and has been alone for two years after her parents death.

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She lives in a small town where people come to visit because of the strange phenomenon's. Ghosts!

She has been plagued all her life with visions of death and horror beyond words, things she wouldn't even repeat to her therapist for fear of being sent to a loony bin.

The visions come to her in her dreams, she's had them since she can remember, in high school she was known as the freak. She tried to stay in the shadows but one day she fell asleep in class and it was all over. Her piercing scream shook the whole school, from that moment on she knew her high school life would be over before it had even begun.

Now she works at a travel agency Hollows End for her its just a way to get by.

Then she receives an invitation to join a sleep study in Boston that she didn't even apply for. There she runs into a man that she has memories of but has never met, only to find out he and his brothers are responsible for her NIGHTMARES.

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The Johnsons
The thunder rolled through the sky, the rain was hard and cold after all it was fall, the Johnson's house looked extra creepy sitting in the fog the way it was. All gloomy and cold, no one knew how different the inside was compared to the broken-down picket fence that needed a few new boards and a fresh coat of paint. The stone walkway was cracked and missing a few stones here and there. The Johnson's house was hardly scary when you really looked at it, it just needed some TLC. Besides, the town was called Ghost Hollow. Why wouldn't there be a few creepy houses? That is the idea of the whole theme we've got going on. Their house sat on the edge of a steep ridge and at the bottom was a thousand miles of forest. I walked up the stone path, jumping over the missing ones to the next, and lifted the dirty rug where the spare key was located. I slid it into the rusty lock and turned the knob. The door creaked as it opened, sounding even more echoing than usual. A little white fluff ball came whipping out of the kitchen on the right yipping like she might just loose her voice box. She loved visitors, especially me. She jumped into the air and smashed right into my chest. For an older dog, she sure had spunk. "Hey girl!" she wagged her tail furiously while he tried to lick my face off. "Mrs. Johnson? I'm here." I said while grabbing the leash. Every day after school, I walked her dog. After her husband passed, she seemed to have less energy and didn't want to leave the house a lot. So, I continued after l graduated. It was the least I could do. After all, she was pretty much my only neighbor on this desolate highway. We didn't live in the main hub; it was preferable for both of us. We seemed to like our privacy and the quiet. They had a son but he moved away when he was 18 and never came back, even for his dad's funeral. I heard they had a falling out and he promised he would never see them again. So her being my neighbor kinda, I thought I'd give her a hand until she got on her feet, but she seemed to be getting worse over time. She stopped going outside and tending to her gardens, stopped going for walks into town, had her groceries delivered, even stopped walking the dog. I felt bad for her. She was a kind woman, always happy and carefree. That was until the death of her husband. After that, it all went down hill. She was still happy but that light had been turned off, that light that made her, her. The day I started walking the dog was a memorable one. She had escaped Mrs. Johnson's clutches as she was getting ready to take her out. I was on my way to school and had to catch the fluffy beast as she ran down the road, and while our highway wasn't busy it did have the odd logging truck or car passing by, not to mention the crazy kids in this town who had just earned their licenses. It took me all morning to get that damn dog. When I brought her back, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were so happy they made me dinner that night, spaghetti, my favorite, and asked me if I would continue to come over and walk fluffy every night. I agreed without a problem. I loved dogs. I was never allowed to have one, so this was a perfect job for me. Fluffy was a great dog even if she definitely had ADHD. I walked into the kitchen and put Fluffy on a chair. Mrs. Johnson's kitchen was small and had pictures of her son at different ages all over the fridge. He was a pretty cute kid. Mrs. Johnson was baking cookies. The smell of mint chocolate infiltrated my nostrils. "Hi Mrs. Johnson." she turned and smiled, "Oh hi Rose dear." Her white curly hair circled her face perfectly, she was wearing a pink and white floral dress! She looked amazing; her sadness wasn't as apparent today. She looked like she had before her husband died. "Wow you look great today, what's the occasion?" "Oh, dear your so silly, you know its Fred's birthday! I'm baking his favorite Chocolate Chip cookies." I frowned "Oh uhh!" I didn't know what to say. "Its ok dear I'll give you a couple to take home. But the rest is for Fred, he's going to be so surprised when he gets here." Oh man, she's lost it, poor lady! Fred was her husband. The thought gave me shivers. "Ok, I'm going to take fluffy for her walk, I'll be back in a bit!" "Ok dear, thank you! I don't know what we'd do without you! I wish Charlie was here. I Called him today and told him his dad wanted to see him, since it was his birthday. But he's too busy working." Wow what an asshole clearly his mom is losing it and he won't even come to help her out. I picked up fluffy who hadn't stopped licking my hand the whole time i was standing there, and headed to the door. "Poor Mrs. Johnson, and her son what a d**k!" when I got back to the house, Mrs. Johnson was sitting in her lounge chair looking excited. I couldn't break her heart by telling her that Fred wouldn't be there. Instead, I asked her if I could stay for a bit and give her some company until he got there. She was quite happy to have me there. We talked about her son who is a big-shot lawyer in Chicago, and how her husband wanted him to take over the farm. That's why they clashed; he didn't want to stay even a second longer in this stupid town! His words. Eventually, Mrs. Johnson fell asleep, I covered her up and locked the door, sliding the key back under the grungy rug. I walked for another mile and opened my door. Throwing my keys on the table, I walked to the fridge and took out the dinner I had made the night before. I popped it in the microwave and walked into the bedroom to get changed, pulling out my favorite G&R tee and boy shorts. I quickly slid them on just in time to hear the microwave go off to tell me my dinner was ready. I sat in my comfy recliner and turned on the TV and skimmed through some shows before picking some documentary on serial killers. Around eleven, I turned it off knowing that I had to sleep. Sleep. I hated to sleep, the thought of closing my eyes for even one second horrified me. Where as most people dream of happy and strange things, my dreams are full of nightmares and death. Definitely why I never had great grades and hardly finished high school and why I work in a job that really is no effort at all. But there's not much I can do, ever since I could remember I've been having nightmares. I've tried sleep studies, psychologists, psychiatrists, every mental health professional known to man and trust me when I say that s**t isn't cheap. There was another sleep study coming up soon in Boston in a week. Honestly, I don't even know how they got my address because I hadn't enrolled in anything for years. My only thought was maybe my therapist booked it for me and who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth. So immediately, I booked it off work. I really needed answers. I was just so damn tired all the time. I walked into my room and laid down on my queen-sized bed, pulling the comforter up tight to my chest and drifted off to sleep.

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