Raven’s Dawn Part 4 #horror #thriller #Halloween

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Wells College

“So, let me get this straight,” Thomas Porter says while he waits for Apollo to finish getting dressed. Thumbing through one of his many books on bar-tending, the tall and lanky sophomore tries his best not to chuckle at his own thoughts. “You were in a class about mythology, which makes no sense for a meteorology major. This teacher doesn’t want you to fall asleep and you keep drawing a picture. After a few questions that get other students killed, she just starts wiping everyone out. You finally realize you’re in danger, run to the door, and she bites your head off like a praying mantis. There was also some message that starts with ‘never any’. Only one question I have to ask, man. How hot was this dream teacher? I mean, give me some details, so I can look for her when I go to sleep.”

“You ask that every time I wake up screaming and describe my dream,” Apollo groans while he hunts for his missing belt. Finding it under his bed, he holds it out to show his friend the dust bunnies that have gathered on the cracked leather. “I swear, we cleaned the room three days ago and these things keep coming back. Starting to wonder if they’re really alive and multiplying in here. By the way, did you finally pick a major or have you found another way to delay that decision?”

With a tired groan, Thomas gets off his bed and goes to the mirror, his green eyes looking sharper thanks to new contacts. “I still have a month to figure things out. My goal is to run a successful bar, so I need to figure out the right major. There are so many things to consider that I have to be careful. Sure, business major seems to make the most sense, but is that really the way for me to go?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“Like I’m going to take that from a guy who can get everything wrong and not get fired.”

“Oh, those weatherman jokes never get old.”

“Hey, did you say that one of the people in your dream was electrocuted?”

“I think so. It’s kind of blurry now.”

“Well, I heard a girl died last night when someone threw a curling iron into her shower.”

“That is so not true,” Apollo says, throwing his pillow at Thomas. Watching it bounce off his stone-faced friend, he worries and takes a seat on his bed. “Geez, I never considered that happening. Still, why would a dream I’ve had for years connect to a death now? Unless it always has and I never heard about it. Maybe I sensed it happening and merged it into my dream. With it being around all the ridiculous ones, I’d never know the difference.”

Apollo stops talking when he hears a brief chuckle from Thomas, his friend practically shaking from his restrained laughter. Realizing he has been tricked, the red-faced young man gets his pillow back and tries to hit his roommate again. Thomas is quick to get out of the way and grabs his jacket as he runs out the door. Apollo is right on his heels as the chase goes down the hallway and into the lobby. Several students in the lounge stop what they are doing to watch the welcomed distraction, all of them familiar with the roommates’ antics. A few people cheer as the pair run around a table, leap over a chair, nearly knock over the resident advisor, and charge out the open door. People laugh at the sight of Apollo and Thomas in the snow, one of them without his shoes and the other without a jacket. Like two chastised children, they trudge back inside to applause and take a bow before returning to their room.

“That wasn’t funny,” Apollo mutters as he changes into a dry shirt. He tosses Thomas a pair of socks, which he keeps near the heating vent. “It was a really weird and vivid dream. Since I’ve had it for years, I assume it has to mean something. You’re pretty good at figuring out puzzles. Not to mention a bartender has to learn how to listen to customers and give advice when asked. What do you think?”

“Pretty sure bartenders don’t act like NPC’s in a video game. At least not since the invention of electricity and indoor plumbing,” Thomas replies while drying his feet. Seeing the pained expression on his roommate’s face, he sighs and leans back in his chair. “I have no idea. There are so many factors and I’ve never read up on dream deciphering. I would need some time. Off the top of my head, you seem distracted and unsure of your path, which is why you focus on a drawing and have trouble answering questions. This Mrs. Addison is probably an amalgamation of several teachers that have inspired you over the years. Since you’re the type to take things so seriously, you probably worry that you’ll let them down.”

Putting on his jacket and hat, Apollo nods his head while he thinks. “That makes sense to me. Beats Aurora’s theory that I’m crazy. Not sure why she doesn’t say the same about herself since she has the dream too. Yes, we’re weird and no you can’t date her. I forbid it and remind you that kissing my twin sister would be like kissing me. Just keep thinking about that whenever you get the urge to flirt with her.”

“I’ll be a proper, uninterested gentleman,” the long-haired student declares before taking a fake rose and half a box of chocolates out of his bag. Double-checking his feet, Thomas grabs a scarf and holds the door open for his friend. “We need to stop goofing off and get to the club meeting. Jennifer sent a text about Bryce coming back. Probably a good idea for us to get there before Harvey and Chris open their mouths. Not sure if the curious one or the teasing one will piss her off first.”

“Wait, what does that make you?”

“The one whose roommate needs to start having sex dreams instead of freaky massacre dreams.”

Apollo misses his kick when Thomas darts into the hallway and runs away with his arms held up in victory. Locking the door, the young man jumps when he touches the handle and a static shock zaps his fingers. Shaking his hand, he freezes at the realization that the dorm has become very quiet. Fearing that he is asleep again, Apollo reaches up to pinch his cheek, but stops when he hears someone yelling from the lobby. Breathing a sigh of relief, he hurries to catch up to Thomas, who is already outside and waiting with a snowball. The friends stare at each other through the door until the projectile is dropped and they silently agree to a temporary truce.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to Raven’s Dawn Part 4 #horror #thriller #Halloween

  1. Reblogged this on Author Don Massenzio and commented:
    Check out the tale, Raven’s Dawn as Charles Yallowitz posts Part 4 on his Legends of Windemere blog.

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  2. L. Marie says:

    What made you decide on a college setting?

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  3. I like Apollo. Was glad the teacher didn’t really bite his head off (Yet)

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