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Midnight. They always came at midnight. The chimes from the old grandfather clock in the den jolted Daniel out of his restless dreams. It wasn't the chimes that woke him so much as the knowledge that They were coming. It was the same horrifying ritual, every single night.

 

The room was illuminated by an eerie pale green glow. Three figures in haz-mat suits stood around his bed. One of them held a large briefcase, another held a gun, and the third--the apparent leader, from the way he acted--was making entries into a large handheld computer. Daniel tried to escape, to run, to even move, but some unseen force held him in place, as immobile as the bed itself. The leader looked up from his computer and signaled to the one holding the briefcase, who set the case down and began to open it. Daniel strained to see its contents, but couldn't from his position. If only he could move...

 

The leader reached forward, grabbed the bedcovers and--

 

The shrill blast of Daniel's alarm clock filled the room. He'd had that dream again, the same one he'd been having every night for nearly a month. Except that it didn't feel like a normal dream. It felt more like a memory, but one that had been partially forgotten. Anyway, Dan had more important things to worry about, so he pushed whatever it was aside for the moment. Today was the last day of school, finally. All he had to do was survive his last few final exams, and he'd be home free. He wasn't about to let a creepy dream get him down.

 

***

 

Dr. DiCaoz glanced over his biology classroom. "Is anybody still working on the final?" he asked tiredly. He paused for a moment, then said, "If everybody is finished, you may talk quietly amongst yourselves for the remainder of the period." As the class erupted in chatter, he went back to nursing his hangover.

 

Daniel loved his biology class. It wasn't just that he was good at it, or that it was the last class of the day. By some bit of luck or fate, he happened to be in the same class as his four closest friends, Gassan, David, Pammy, and Jake. Gassan, David, and Pammy had become absurdly popular since coming to high school. Gassan was Lebanese and therefore "exotic," David was a star swimmer, and Pammy was a cheerleader. In retrospect, popularity was an inevitability. To the other popular kids, Jake an avid follower of the Furry subculture (he called it a craze, but nobody else did) and Daniel, the introspective writer, were social liabilities. Still, Gassan, David, and Pam never let their newfound "friends" keep them away from Jake and Dan. Privately, Daniel was grateful that he had managed to befriend the four people who appeared to be immune to high school drama.

 

"So, what'd you guys think?" Pammy whispered.

 

"I'm pretty sure Dr. Di is a nutcase," Gassan answered quickly. He was met with a chorus of approval from his companions.

 

"Anyway," Pam continued, "are we having our annual Thank-God-The-Schoolyear's-Over party tonight?"

 

"I can't go," Jake said, "I've got a convention."

 

"I can't go either," said David, "My dad's taking me camping. He's on a back-to-nature kick."

 

"I'm visiting my grandma," Gassan said. Pammy rolled her eyes.

 

"Alright," she sighed, "when do you guys get back?"

 

"Sunday"

 

"Sunday evening"

 

"Sunday, but it'll be late."

 

"So," Pammy continued, "is Monday night alright with everyone?"

 

***

 

The days passed quickly. By the time Monday arrived, he had gone an entire weekend without his mysterious dreams. He was mostly relieved, but part of him wished the visitors would come back so he could find out what they were up to.

 

The streets were charged with an eerie calm. A summer storm was coming. As Daniel reached Pam's door, he couldn't help but feel a strange foreboding. Something was decidedly wrong. He rang the bell.

 

"Come in," called Pammy. Dan opened the door and found friend sitting on the floor in a tidy circle. They were all staring at him, an unsettling hunger in their eyes. "We are playing Truth or Dare," Pammy intoned mechanically. "Please, join us. Truth or Dare?"

 

"Please choose Dare," Gassan said, in the same unearthly voice.

 

"The Truth is never any fun," agreed David, still in the same tone. Throughout the exchange, none of the four took their eyes off of Daniel.

 

"Is everything alright?" he asked. "You all seem...different."

 

Pammy answered in the same monotone as before: "We are collectively unnerved at a series of recurring dreams we have been having. Perhaps you too are experiencing these visions?"

 

"Yeah," Dan said, "but I'm not acting that weird about it."

 

"Perhaps," Pammy said, "All will be made more clear if you answer this simple question: Truth...or Dare?"



Written by Zodiac on 31 May 2008

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“It’ll be fun,” they said. “It’ll be cool,” they said. Well… so far it’s not that fun, and it’s certainly not seeming very cool for Daniel, in fact, he feels a little bored with the whole idea, but then again… it sort of was his idea to begin with; so why should he even complain?

 

Gassan, a foreign-exchange student from Lebanon who happens to be one of Daniel’s newest and closest friends, decided that it would be neat to experience something like this. After all, it was only a dare.

 

Pammy and David, who were dating at the time, had a reputation to uphold. They were what the other students would call “the popular” people.

 

If Pam and David were to turn down something this simple, what would everyone think of them?

 

“It is only a dare, I believe it will be fun to explore it!” says Gassan in his Lebanese accent, “Is this not what you do on weekends? Hanging out and having fun?”

 

“Yeah,” says Daniel, looking over at the two lovebirds leaning against the school building; David kisses Pammy on her neck and watches her giggle, “When we aren’t doing things like that, in public!” he yells, kicking a loose pebble over to David’s shoes.

 

“Easy there, twerp!” David teases playfully, “These are new! Anyway… what was the dare again?”

 

Daniel crosses his arms, “We’re supposed to spend the night in that old military complex thing outside town.”

 

“Ew,” Pammy complains, “I don’t want to sleep anywhere where I can’t shower! There’s probably no lights on, how am I supposed to do my hair?”

 

“It’s only one night, besides, you look pretty no matter what,” David sucks up, snuggling his little Pammy again, “So you gonna come with?”

 

“Oh… fine. I guess,” says Pammy.

 

Since then it was settled. The four would spend the night in the abandoned complex. Rumors had it that the place was haunted. A lot of people could swear they heard ghosts or even things that sounded like gunfire.

 

Others experienced something completely different. Some say their desires were heightened, like they were tempted to do or say things they never thought they would do or say. It was as if their bodies were taken over. It was as if… the longer they stayed, the more susceptible to the strange entities they would become.



Written by Sparrow the Wolf on 25 April 2015


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