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 Created on 7-3-08
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I woke up. I was breathing deeply, terrified of what I had just witnessed.
“It was just a dream, it was just a dream.” I kept telling myself. I looked around my messy, dark room, searching to see if anything looked particularly different that before my eyelids had closed.
In conclusion of searching, I came to find that my door was on its hinges, hanging wide open, I knew that I had closed it the night before, like I always do.
Realizing that someone forced an entry in my room, I got out of bed, as quietly as I possibly could, and busted from my room, trying to find an explanation. I ran down the cold hall, and practically tumbled down the stairs. I started to sneak, realizing how much noise I was causing.
I went into the kitchen, wondering if I was way over my head. I walked over to the fridge and took out a water bottle, opened it, and took a big gulp. Wait a minute. Something, as it seemed, was wrong. I turned around; trying to figure out what was different. I saw all of the knives in their spot, the oven or the stove were both off, but wait. Did I turn on the light when I walked in?
I pondered the thought for a while realizing that I had walked into a dark kitchen, which was no longer dark, but not by me…
“Dad,” I worriedly asked, “Is that you?”
With no answer, I panicked. Running towards his room, I tripped over the rug in front of the door, and landed hard, against the wall. I quickly got up, ignoring the pain, and opened the door to his room.
“Dad,” I screamed, “Dad! Someone’s in our house!” I ran to the lumpy side of his bed and shook his shoulder, finding a wet feeling on his chest. I ran to the light switch and switched it on, finding my hands dripping with blood.
“Dad!” I ran to his cell phone on the side of his bed and dialed 9-1-1.
“Nine-one-one, how may I help you?” The operator woman asked.
“My dad, I think he’s dead! There’s blood everywhere, I think someone’s in my house!” I exploded.
“Please don’t panic police and ambulance are on their way, please stay on the line.”
“Okay, but what if someone is in my house though?”
“Just go to a room with a lock on the door and lock yourself in there, so the person, if there is one, can’t get to you. It also might be a good thing if you check to make sure no one is in there first.”
“Okay.” I went into my dad’s bathroom, checked to see if anyone was in there, and then shut and locked the door.
For about the next five minutes, the operator woman asked me more questions, and I answered them, as best as I could. I then started hearing sirens, assuming that the police and ambulance were close.
“I can here the sirens.” I told the operator.
The next few events were all a blur, someone knocking on the bathroom door, telling me that it was going to be alright, police escorting me to the hospital, sitting in the waiting room, I couldn’t figure out why all of this was happening to me.
A nurse wearing blue scrubs walked out of the intensive care unit. She gave me a worried look, but somehow it was full of hope. I stood up and walked towards her, when I reached her I read her nametag, Judy. She started speaking very sincerely, “I am so sorry about what happened. You must be very scared. Your father is still alive, but he is on life support. Would you like to see him?”
I exhaled a very deep breath and nodded my head. Judy led me through the opened metal door and down a hallway. I counted the room numbers: 825, 827, 829, and 831. Eight hundred and thirty-one, that number struck me like déjà vu. I tried to trace memories of the number, until it hit me; it was in the dream.
to be continued...
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