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Kristina has a bad nightmare where she wakes up with sweat dripping down from her face. She hears a female voice calling out her name from the hallway. But No one is there.

Joe comes to her rescue at the last minute. View table of contents...



Submitted:Jun 10, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Chapter Six

My body tossed and it turned on my hotel bed twisting the bed sheets tight around my legs. My left hand was gripping my pillow as my lids flickered rapidly. I tossed my head from side to side.

I was having a dream. A terrible dream. I was dreaming that I was back in the seventeeth century and there was smoke all around me. I began to cough violently as smoke was coming through the gap underneath the door. I tried pulling up the window as I heard peoples' terrified sceams as the hotel was burning to the ground but the window was stuck. I couldnt stop coughing as I banged on the window to get peoples' attention down below outside who had made it safe. But they didn't look up. I tried again and again until my hand started to bleed.

The smoke was coming in fast into the room. I tried to yell or scream out for help but it was no use the smoke had gotten into my lungs affecting my breathing. I callopsed on the bed.

I jolted up right in bed with sweat dripping down the temples of my face. My long black hair stuck against my face and neck. I turned to see that Liv and our friends hadn't been disturbed by my sudden awakeness as they slept on in their hotel beds peacefully.

"Kristina," I heard my name being called out my by chilling female voice. It sounded as though it was coming out on the landing.

I glanced down at my alarm clock and it was three am.

"Kristina come."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and picked up mini torch that I kept for emergencies in my denim jacket. I tiptoed over to the door but the floorboard beneath my bare feet creaked and I winced thinking it wake any of my friends up. But it didn't. I turned the door handle and it creaked slightly as I put the torch on the landing.

There was no one there.

"Hello?" I said quietly.

I swung the torch around me onto the brown spiral staircase banister, the white walls on the right hand side. But saw nothing or no one. I was about to turn and go back into our hotel room when I heard my name again.


A door creaked behind me and I saw it was the door to the room at the end of the landing where Joe and I had made love in.

I swallowed nervously as I slowly shone the torch straight in front of me at the opened bedroom door. I started walking towards it my heart pumping at 100 miles per hour.I felt a chill run up and down my spine and I was breathing out cold air. The hairs at the back of my neck was sticking up on end as I felt someone standing right behind me. I turned around slowly and my eyes grew with sheer terror and fright as there was a young woman standing in front of me wearing seventeenth century clothing with her long blonde hair in her face, her skin gaunt and deathly white, and her eyes were terrifying wide and black. There was a huge black rope around her neck. Her head was tilted to the side.

I screamed. Boy, did I scream out loud and clear.

All of the lights came on and everyone came out of their rooms to see what was going on in their bed clothes.

Ms Johnson came to me and grabbed hold of my arms and shook me "Kristina, Kristina!" she cried.

My body shook with fear. "We've all got to get out of here, Ms Johnson. This place is evil, there's death all around us!" I cried, tears starting to flow down my cheeks. I saw that the woman in seventeenth century clothes had vanished. I looked around me at my friends' shocked expression on their faces. Not one showed they believed me. Not even Liv, which only made it worse.

"Come, come, now Kristina. It was just a bad dream and you were sleepwalking it's fairly common," Ms Johnson said reasonably. She put her arm around my shoulder. "You just need a good night's sleep."

"I want Joe, can you get me Joe?" I asked turning to her. A desperate plead shone in my eyes.

"Whose Joe, my dear?"

"The young man who the coach driver had an arguement with just before we arrived here," I explained.

"He's probably long gone now, dear. Now run along and get some sleep. Live, dear, can you see to it that your sister gets plenty of rest."

"Yes, Ms Johnson," Liv said walking over to me and took me by the arm. "Come on, Kris,"

"Wait!" cried a deep, male voice behind us.

We all turned towards the stair case and there stood Joe looking mighty handsome.

"Joe!" I cried pulling myself from my twin and ran into his open arms and swung me around and we kissed passionately.

"Excuse me, what do you think you are doing here?" demanded Ms Johnson hands on her hips.

Joe put me gently back down on my feet and turned to her "I heard the scream and immediately thought my beloved Kristina was in trouble so I came running," he explained.

That melted my heart but Ms Johnson was not touched by it.

"Oh, so you're her knight in shining armour then?" she said sarcastically.

"Yes, Madame," he said.

"Get out of here. You don't belong on these premises."

"Believe you me I do," Joe said and stepped closer to her which made her shrink back.

"Everyone to your rooms," Ms Johnson ordered.

Everyone went back to their rooms.

Ms Johnson glared at us "Miss Green, you have five minutes and then I want you back into your room and in bed, do you hear?"

"Yes, Ms Johnson," I said, nodding.

She glared at Joe and then went back to her room.

I stifled a laugh as Joe and I looked at each other lovingly.

"What happened?" he asked.

My bottom lip began to quiver with fear.

"Sssh, its OK, I'm here," he took me into his strong arms and then led me into the room where we'd made love before and then shut the door behind us.


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