Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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Lydia snaps her head up with a shocked gasp. Clutching sheets and blankets in her hands, she finds herself in bed. For a moment, her body eases, settling with a relieved breath. Until she draws back the sheets to find clumps of dirt from the lacrosse field all over the bed.
"Leave me alone."
"Unfortunately, I can't. On the bed behind her, Peter Hale whispers into her ear, "At least not yet."
She doesn't turn around, too frightened to look at him, "Are you real?"
"Interestingly, that question could also be answered with not yet."
As she closes her eyes, his clawed fingers glide lovingly up her bare arms to her shoulders.
"I promise things will get back to normal. All you have to do, Lydia, is every single thing I ask."
His claws dig into her skin causing her to snap her eyes open.
Finding herself at the top of the stairs, Lydia nearly stumbles into a fall. She grabs the banister to steady herself. But then Peter takes her arm, pulling her down the staircase.
"Timing is key here, Lydia. Crucial, really."
He yanks her roughly down the last steps while she glances back noticing odd drips of black blood seeping horizontally across the wall.
"It all needs to happen by the next full moon. Do you know what they call the full moon in March, Lydia? The Worm Moon."
Lydia looks down to see her bare feet surrounded by worms.
"They call it that because it was the last moon of winter and the worms would crawl out of the earth as it thawed."
Lydia gazes up at Peter. Now caked in dirt, dozens of glistening earth worms crawl over him, between his clothes, through his hair, "Kind of has the feel of a rebirth, doesn't it?"
He puts a gentle hand at her lower back, urging her forward.
Lydia steps into the living room with Peter who is perfectly clean once again. They stop at a window looking out on the house's back patio and pool where a party is in full swing.
"But the full moon is on Wednesday. That's my birthday."
Peter grins, "Exactly. And Lydia's birthday is always the party of the year, isn't it? Everyone wants to be invited to Lydia's party."
Within the crowd, Lydia spots herself cheerfully handing out drinks in plastic cups.
"So we're going to have to make it a very special party."
"What if I don't?"
The view outside changes instantly. The party guests now lie on the ground, dead and bloodied. A body floats in the pool. Lydia gasps covering her mouth as she looks closely noticing the body was Luna.
