(Going to get conrtolling again. I'm sorry)

That night, she had a very strange dream.

In her dream, her house was dark and still, the living room cloaked in shadow. A brief glimpse of the wall clock pronounced it 3:19 a.m. The door to her room was closed, and she could hear Lukes grizzly-bear snores coming from the master bedroom, but at the end of the hall, Ethans door stood slightly ajar.

(You're fine! I like the story. ^.^)

She looked to Ethan's door and started walking towards it.
'Am I back home?' She asked herself.

(That's good to hear!)

She was back home. But for how much longer was the question.

Ethan's door just stood there, neither opening nor closing all the way

She made it to the door and opened it slowly, peeking inside.
'Ethan?' She said his name in her mind.

A stranger stood in Ethans bedroom, a tall, lean figure dressed in silver and black. A boy, perhaps a little older than her, though it was impossible to tell his exact age. His body was youthful, but there was a stillness to him that hinted at something far older, something incredibly dangerous. He was the boy on the horse, who had watched her through the forest that day! Why was he here now, in her house? How did he even get in? Thick, raven-wing hair didn't quite cover the delicate, pointed ears.

He wasnt human. He was one of them, one of the fey. Standing in her house, in her brothers bedroom.

She slowly backed away from the room, hoping to not make any sound.
'I have to get out of here.'

He turned then, looking right through her. He was gorgeous. More than gorgeous, he was beautiful. Regal beautiful, prince-of-a-foreign-nation beautiful. If he walked into my classroom during finals, students and teachers alike would be throwing themselves at his feet. Still, it was a cold, hard beauty, like that of a marble statue, inhuman and otherworldly. His eyes, beneath long, jagged bangs, glimmered like chips of steel.

The changeling was nowhere to be seen, but there were faint noises coming from beneath the bed, the thud of a rapidly beating heart. The fey boy didnt seem to notice. He turned and placed one pale hand on the closet door, running his fingers down the faded wood. A ghost of a smile touched his lips.

In one smooth motion, he pushed the door open and walked through. The door shut behind him with a soft click, and he was gone.

She watched him disappear.
'Im probably going to regret this...'
She said to herself, walking up to the closet to open it.

"My closet!" shrieked the bowler hat man, leaping out at her. "Mine!"


And the dream ended. Whether she woke up or not was up to her.

She did wake up, quickly matter of fact. Her heart was beating fast, her breathing a little quick too.