15 years after the night of the dreams.
BANG. BANG. Glass shatters as the sheets turn red with the blood of their family breaking apart. A young woman screams.
TV announcer “Last night while peacefully sleeping in their home 40 year old Breiyghckeiyghnnghzeiylleiygh Smith and Rodney Smith were murdered when somebody broke into their back yard and shot them through the window. The suspect and motive have yet to be discovered meanwhile the family.” The TV gets turned off. Lindsey Smith is still in shock at what she found last night. There is a knock on the door. It is her aunt Jane. Jane wants to talk about what happened. “Life happens. Sometimes bad things happen to good people and we just have to live with it.”
Aunt Jane sits on the bed next to Lindsey
“But why did it have to happen to my parents?”
“I don’t know but we just have to get through it.”
“Do you know what is going to happen to me next?”
“No but I will try to help you until we know who you’re supposed to live with, but until then you can live with us as long as needed”
“Thanks aunt Jane”
Lindsey leans in and gets a comforting hug from Jane.
Later that night Lindsey has a dream. She is in her back yard and is looking at her parents window. Everything is still. Then she sees the gate open and a black shadow walks through and she sees an object in his hand. It looks like a gun! She tries running to tackle or stop him but suddenly wakes up with a massive headache and is on the floor directly in front of her bed. She almost stopped him. She now can’t think about anything else and decides to go to the bathroom and then get some water. After a while she finally gets some sleep after that.
Her sleep is short lived when she sees the same scene again. This time she yells at him when she sees the man again. He raises his gun and fires at her. She wakes up with the worst bruise on her stomach that she has ever had. Lindsey has no idea what happened to her because it was just a very very vivid dream. It is 5:45 AM. She does not know if it is worth it to try and go back to sleep. However, she was too tired to think any further and fell asleep again. This time she was inside her parents bedroom closet. She peeks out. Lindsey’s mind is racing but calming down because by now something should have happened. She peeks out again. There is still nothing but she sees her parents and runs to see if she can say hi. But before she can get there the man walks out and points his gun at her. The odd thing is that he looks surprisingly familiar. And there is something odd in the background that just started running right at him but it seems too late. The crack of 4 gunshots rang.
