Dreams of Spirits

[Darcy]

Darcy lay in her bed, she tossed in turn having another wierd dream. In her dream she saw her brother Randall, he was walking toward her saying something. She didn't know what it was, there was no sound but Darcy's voice. Randall's mouth moved so fast it seemed like a blur rather than words, his face was painted with a caring look and a warm smile. The outline of his body glowed a soft white light, and he was still walking toward Darcy. As he neared her, his face turned from caring to horror as fire filled the dark space between them. "Randall!" Darcy called in her dream, but the fire disappeared with her brother along with it.

Darcy sat right up in bed, breathing fast and heavy. The front of her light pink tank top had a sweat mark on it. She put her hands over her face, and felt her forehead was covered with sweat. She swung her feet over the bed to where they on the floor, but she was still sitting on the bed. She stood up and went to the bathroom, she looked at herself mirror. Her eyes had dark cricles under them, and her hair was a matted mess. She wetted a wash cloth in the sink and wiped off her forehead, she then walked out and the bathroom and change her shirt to a red tank top. She went to her nightstand and open the top drawer, she took out a compostion notebook that red and black. She opened it and looked at all her writing entrys about her dreams she'd been having.

The last entry was about her parents and her brother. She turned on her lamp on the nightstand and took tv dinner table that had it's leg torn off and sat on the bed. She began to write about her dream before she forgot, it took her about an hour to write how it started, the middle of it, and how it ended. She set the book down on the nightstand and lay down with her arms crossed behind her head. She stared at the ceiling. Why do I keep having these dreams?

[Darcy]

She turned to her right side and put her right arm behind her head, she looked out her window. The shadows in the next house looked like people were doing it, she made a little gasp it made her think of when she lost her ears. She turned away and bit her lip, Seth told her to stop doing that but she still does it behind his back. She started unthinkingly touching herself, and bit the covers instead of her lip.
(This is an odd reply for me but i'll keep it up anyway.)

[Seth]

Seth, now becoming increasingly powerful, was drawn to the negativity of her nightmare and realized the familiartiy of the aura upon coming closer. He thought about walking away but sent a pulse to check, sensing the nightmare had ceased.

[Darcy]

She felt the pulse and sat up. where and who did that come from she thought looking around, she jumped off the bed and got on a jacket. Before she even touch the front door she stopped, she wrapped her arms around herself and sent out a weak pulse hoping who ever sent out the aonther was someone she knew and knew she had weak pulse even thought she had been practing for months now.

[Seth]

"Eh, improving!" He shouted from below.

[Darcy]

She jumped, and opened the bedroom. She ran through the front door and stopped at the top of the steps leading down to the walk. "ah shut up seth!" She yelled at him trying to looked serious, but couldn't pull it off in sleep shorts and a red tank top with a jean jacket over it. She put her hands on her hips though.

[Seth]

"I'm serious, it's much better than before."

[Darcy]

"How? it's still weak." She said and sat on the porch, she notice her finger was wet and wiped on the porch.

[Seth]

"But it has a lingering effect now."

[Darcy]

"Lingering." She looked at him confused, she out her elbows on her knees, and rested her head in the her palms then yawned.

[Seth]

"It has a sort of residual feel to it. Like it sticks to the surface of things around you, making it easier to detect."

[Darcy]

"That's a good thing right?"

[Seth]

"Well, since it was me, yeah. I'd avoid doing that unless you know I'm around. It'd be just dreadful for a less friendly person to find you."