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the school nightmare 2

Imagination is the ability of the mind to be very creative or resourceful...

This is Jeremiah, he uses his imagination every single day in drawing. He draws in school, at home, in the car while he's waiting for his mother to pack the groceries inside, at events, and right before he heads to bed. He has this little notebook, that he saved his money up for, of where he keeps all these drawings, pages and pages of multiple different things...

He is 13 years old, attending David Starr Jordan Middle School in Los Angeles California. His Mother, Karine Farrel, who is 36 years of age, is one of the teachers at his school and she is currently a widow due to a car crash explosion that happened 2 years ago. His name was Mitchell Farrel, he would have been 44, the 31st of October. Jeremiah was also in the car at the time, but his father saved is life for his own. And ever since the crash Jeremiah has been experiencing things...

After spending a week in the hospital due to a broken leg and a bit of burned skin on his upper arm, Jeremiah has been having trouble sleeping and he experiences flashes/unexplainable episodes. Every time he has these episodes, they always include the same, very strange thing and through those restless nights he scratches this 'thing' out inside his drawing notebook...

And that same, very strange thing that constantly appears in these episodes and flashes is not particularly a thing but a person...

A woman....

No clue of who she is or why she follows him around, Jeremiah keeps this to himself for a while, thinking it may go away... But it doesn't, it becomes REAL.

Today, October 30th, 2003, Jeremiah and Karine were on their way to the school. " You ready for halloween buddy?" asks Karine. "No" Jeremiah eagerly responds. She looks up at the front mirror of the car that reflects back at Jeremiah and notices he looks very tired. Her face turns worried as she asks "Honey did you sleep last night?" he gives a light smile and says "a little, but I'm fine mother, I promise." she smiles back and says "a lot of drawing huh?" he gives off a fake laugh and says "yea"..

During class, Jeremiah continued to doze off, trying so hard to stay awake and pay attention to his teacher. "Mr. Farrel are you alright?" Mrs. Hanson asks, eventually every student in class is staring back at him. He sits up straight and says "yes", she goes down the aisle of the class and says " you sure? Because your falling asleep during my lesson. Are you sleeping at home?" He looks down, sadly, and says "no.. I have nightmares." she gives a light a smile and says "Nightmares? You know I used to have nightmares.. and you know what I did to keep them away?" "what?" he asks. "Stopped watching scary movies."

"I don't watch scary movies, Mrs. Hanson" he said. "Well there you go.. just keep it up and your nightmare will stop in no time." Suddenly the bell rung for recess and all the kids rushed towards the door, except for Jeremiah. Mrs. Hanson looks back at him and says "you're not heading to recess?" "Is it okay I sleep here, until it's over?" he asks with a pleading look. "Of course you can Jeremiah." she says while rubbing his back. He smiles and says "thank you." then puts his head down, immediately falling asleep...

*Jeremiah?* someone whispers in a very unnatural, inhaled sucking tone. *Jeremiah?* it goes again. Jeremiah lifts his head up and looks around the classroom, no ones in here with him, not even the teacher. "Mrs. Hanson?" he says in a slight whisper. *Ughh* he hears from the doorway. His head swings around, toward the door and there's someone walking inside to him. He gets up out of his seat, shifting as far back as he could until he hit the wall at the end of the classroom.

"Hello?" he says in a wavy voice. The woman comes closer to him, until she's right in the middle of the classroom, standing in front of him. Jeremiah's breathing starts speeding up as he begins to panic and look around for some type of help, because now he knows that since he fell asleep in the middle of school, the only person that could help him is himself. The woman starts moving again towards him and he shuffles through the shelves behind him for some type of weapon. Until... "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" *Low Deep Grudge*.