30 DAYS OF NIGHTMARES

PRODUCER DREAM

6 confirmed deaths.

1 missing.

Now even being alive in the hotel felt like a punishment.

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*DAY 9. 3:14 AM. BELLA'S ROOM*

Bella Kinkle. Lead actress. 24 years old.

She woke up screaming.

Sweat. No breath.

_Darkness. The hotel roof._

_Rain. Strong wind._

_In front of her stood Peter Dan. The Producer. Fear in his eyes._

_From behind came a black shadow. No face._

_It picked Peter up and took him to the edge of the roof._

_Peter screamed. "Help! Help me!"_

_And then... a push._

_Down. 3 stories. Onto the stone._

_Thud. Blood. Silence._

Bella sat up. Breathing hard.

She looked at her hands. They were shaking.

"It... it was a dream." She told herself. "Just a dream."

But her heart refused to believe it.

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*DAY 9. 6:00 AM. HARRY'S ROOM*

Knock.

Harry opened the door. Bella was standing there. Face pale.

"I had a dream." Bella said. Voice shaking.

Harry let her in. Closed the door.

"Whose?" Harry asked.

"Peter's." Bella closed her eyes. "Pushed off the roof. By the black shadow."

Harry went quiet. Opened the diary.

_Day 9: Fall - Peter Dan?_

"This can’t be real." Harry said. But there was no conviction in his voice.

"It’s been real 4 times Harry." Bella said. "Jake, Jenny, Emily, Edward... all of them."

Harry took Bella’s hand. "We’ll save him. You’ll stay with me."

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*DAY 9. 8:00 AM. PETER'S ROOM*

Knock.

No answer.

Harry pushed the door. It was open.

Peter was sitting on the bed. Whisky bottle in hand. Eyes red.

"So early?" Peter laughed. "What happened? Did someone else die?"

Harry came in. Bella behind him.

"Peter." Harry said softly. "We need to talk."

"About what? My flop movie?" Peter took a drink.

"Bella had a dream." Harry said directly. "About you."

Peter’s hand stopped. Whisky spilled from the bottle.

"What kind of dream?" Peter asked. Voice hard.

"The roof. A black shadow. It throws you down." Bella said.

Peter burst out laughing. Loud. Like a madman.

"So? I just won’t go to the roof. Problem solved."

But his hands were shaking.

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*DAY 9. 12:00 PM. LOBBY*

Everyone knew.

"The Producer got a dream."

"Now he’s going to die."

"We’re all going to die."

Peter spent the whole day drinking in his room. Didn’t come out.

Janitor Gus said. "It’s hard to stop a dream, son. What’s written will happen."

Harry had all the roof doors locked. Chains put on.

"Just get through today." Harry told Bella. "Then tomorrow is a new dream."

Bella nodded. But there was fear in her heart.

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*DAY 9. 10:00 PM. HOTEL ROOF DOOR*

Locked. Chained too.

Harry and Bella sat in the lobby downstairs. Everyone else too.

No one was sleeping.

"What if he survives?" Someone asked.

"Then the pattern breaks." Harry said.

11:00 PM.

12:00 AM.

1:00 AM.

Nothing happened.

Everyone breathed.

"Maybe..." Bella said.

Right then...

_THUDAAA_

A sound came from upstairs.

Everyone looked up.

Then again.

_THUD_

"THE ROOF!" Harry yelled.

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*DAY 9. 1:05 AM. HOTEL ROOF*

Rain. Strong wind.

The roof door was broken. Lying there. The lock was forced.

And in the middle...

Peter Dan.

On the ground. Eyes open. Blood from his mouth.

Neck broken. Blood pooling from his chest.

Exactly like the dream.

Black boot prints led to his body. Then to the edge.

And on the edge... wet footprints.

7th death.

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*DAY 10. 5:00 AM*

Chaos.

"The Producer is dead!"

"The dream came true!"

"We’re all going to die!"

Peter’s body was wrapped in a sheet and taken to the storage room.

Now 7 deaths. 1 missing.

39 left.

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*DAY 10. 9:00 AM. LOBBY*

No one was crying. The tears were gone.

Only silence.

Harry stood there. Diary in hand.

_Day 7: Fall - Peter Dan_

_Pattern continues. No escape._

Bella stood next to him. Shaking.

"This happened because of me." Bella whispered. "If I hadn’t told..."

"Shut up." Harry said. "It’s not your fault. This is a curse."

Janitor Gus stepped forward. "Now 23 days left. 23 lives."

"Is there no way out?" Someone asked.

Gus pointed toward Miller House. "It’s there. An 800 year secret. It ends there."

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*DAY 10. 11:00 PM. HARRY AND BELLA*

Both sitting in Harry’s room.

Bella was shaking.

"I think the next dream will be mine." Bella said.

Harry pulled her close. "No. I won’t let that happen."

"How will you stop it? You saw. Locks, guards, all useless."

Harry held her face in his hands. "Then we run. We end the source of this curse."

"How?"

"Miller House. There are 30 shadows there. That’s where the answer is."

Bella nodded.

Right then words formed on the window in blood again.

_"NEXT"_

And dripped down.

They looked at each other.

Fear. But not defeat.

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*DAY 11. MORNING*

Waiting for the 8th dream.

No one said anything. Everyone was silent.

Harry made a decision.

Tonight. He and Bella would go to Miller House.

No matter what.

He wrote the last line in the diary:

_We tried to save Peter. We failed._

_The curse doesn't care._

_Now we fight back._

_Tonight: Miller House._

He closed the pen.

Outside, rain.

And Miller House’s 30 windows.

All of them were lit tonight