Test: Teen Mystery/Horror
Could Be Next
I had been having the same dream for over 4 ½ years, ever
since I started high school. Each time it became more and more
real. It first started out as a short flash with an old wooden
house. The house had a wrap around the porch and a silver mustang
parked in the grass. In my dream I was always walking towards
as old leaves crunched beneath my feet. A cool breeze ran through
my hair and I could actually smell the heat from the car. I knew
it was just a dream, or so I thought!
Then one night, it happened, the whole dream!
It started as usual with me walking towards the old wooden house,
the wind blowing, a dark cloudy sky and the smell of heat from
the mustang. But, this time the dream continued. I almost swore
I could hear my boyfriend calling my name. “Samara, Samara”
he shouted. I just shook my head no and kept walking. Suddenly,
I heard a man very softly say “You could be next!”
I tried to run but it was like
I was glued to the floor!!
Suddenly something grabbed my leg.
“AHHHHHH!” I screamed. I looked under the car and
I saw a leg. I bent down and underneath the car was my boyfriend.
He was burned and flesh was peeling from his face. Blood was spewing
out of his body and I could smell heat from the mustang on him.
As I was staring at my boyfriend,
I felt someone behind me. Slowly I turned around and I was looking
at my boyfriend’s father, Mr. Kensington.
"You could be next,”
The alarm clock rang and I crawled
out of bed. I dragged myself to school and looked for my boyfriend,
Chris. I saw him in the hallway.
" Wanna come over tonight?”
" Yeah, I’d love too,”
Okay, see you later, babe he said
as he kissed me good bye.
As I got dressed later that night
to over his house, I was filled with excitement. I had never been
to Chris’ house before and was looking forward to spending
time with him. I called him to get his address and told him I
would be right over.
As I pulled in, I saw an old house
with a wrap around porch and a mustang in the front yard. Oh,
it’s just a coincidence I told myself. Nothing will happen.
As I walked towards the house, I heard my name. I just kept walking
with my head down. It was cold and it was getting dark.
Suddenly, something grabbed my
leg. A hand with peeling flesh was grasping my leg. I tried to
get away, but I was trapped. I looked down and saw Chris lying
under the car. “Samara,” he whimpered. “You
could be next!”