Snippet #2713903

Angel:

I woke up with gasp, sitting up and not really remembering what had caused me to sweat and shake in fear. A nightmare? I used to get them a lot after my mum died. I put my head down on the pillow again, closing my eyes, trying to fall asleep, but failed miserably. I turned in different positions for what felt like hours, trying find a comfortable position for me to sleep in. After giving up, I stood up with a sigh, it was still in the middle of the night, or at least it was dark, and anything dark for me is night. I put on some ballerina shoes that I never remember using and a hoodie, walking down the stairs carefully, not wanting to wake anybody. I head something squeak behind me and I jumped in fear. I didn't see anything, but felt something smooth rub against my bare leg.

"What the hell!" I whisper-yelled only to remember Theo owned a cat. I sighed in relief again and exited the house. A walk at night is always nice, but I remember not to go near the Fey park or the woods ever again. The stars where shining bright, the wind was blowing softly, not enough to be cold, but not hot enough to be warm. I walked a steps and saw a dock with a small boat further down that I hadn't noticed. I decided to walk there. The moon was shining on the crystal water. It looked so welcoming. I lied down on the hard material, breathing the fresh and chilly air near the water. I relaxed and closed my eyes, listening to the wind, opening my eyes here and there to watch the sky. My peaceful moment was interrupted when I felt something grab my foot. I quickly pulled it in and looked around, there was a wet hand print on the shoe.

"Who's there?" I asked quietly. No answer came, but after only a few days on this town, knowing any sign of crazy supernatural creature and you better go the other way, which I did.