What I was about to do might be a little irrational but I didnt give a fuck…

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I ran down the hall to my mom’s room and opened the door. She had her back facing the door and I shut it fast and jumped in her bed. My mom stirred awake.

Paula: Spencer? What’s wrong honey?

She asked as she turned towards me, sleep heavy in her eyes.

Spencer: Mom can I sleep with you tonight? There’s something in the bathroom and I’m too freaked to sleep in my own room.

 I admitted and she smiled. She pulled the covers down and I quickly got under, snuggling up to her.

Paula: God Spencer, you are such a chicken. I’m telling you the place is not haunted.

She said and I scoffed.

Spencer: Yea tell that to the flashing ghost in the bathroom mirror mom.

I said seriously and she laughed as if I was joking. I so wasn’t. I kind of wish I was. Scratch that, I know I wish it was a joke.

Paula: Ok honey; now get some rest sweetie you have to wake up early tomorrow.

She said and I closed my eyes. Yea that’s easy for her to say. I clutched my mom’s spare pillow and tried to sleep. Hey you may call me chicken shit but nothing beats the comfort of your mom’s bed when you see flashing ghosts in your bathroom mirror. Within minutes and quicker than I expected, sleep consumed me. 

I was running and I didn’t know why. My lungs felt like they were going to collapse and the heat of utter exhaustion consumed my chest. I was running through the woods and then all of a sudden I appeared in the front yard of my house. That’s when I saw the flames and the brunette banging on the glass window from the attic. I couldn’t quite make out her face. It was a blur and my body was in overdrive with a panicky feeling. I had to save her and as soon as I made that decision, the window to the attic disappeared into the house and so did the brunette. I ran over to the front door, trying to desperately get in but they wouldn’t let me. The door was jammed and as I rammed my shoulder into it, over and over again, the flames grew hotter. I had to get her out. I couldn’t let her die in there, especially not with them. I continued to ram my shoulder into the door, the heat of the flames licked at my flesh and bones as I tied to knock the door down. It wasn’t working so I tired a move subtle approach…go under the house and through the basement compartment. I left the front door and made my way around to the side of the house. I know they weren’t going to let me in to save her but I would definitely die trying. I wouldn’t let them have her. I got down on my hands and knees in the mud as it had started to rain. Just as I was about to…