Dream Story

Okay, so a while ago I had this dream. It was kind of creepy, but totally able to be a story. So I wrote it! Here it is.

Prologue
Cali sat slumped against the doorway, listening to the magic lesson being taught. The dust in the hallway wanted to make her sneeze, but she held her breath. Four year olds were not supposed to be listening to advanced magic classes, but it was simply too boring anywhere else.
“There are many different kinds of magical beings,” the magic mistress droned on. “Quite a few of them are nice and will grant wishes. Others simply wish humans would leave them alone. But there are some, which are incredibly evil. These you must not disturb at all costs. The results can be fatal.” Cali straightened up. This sounded interesting.
“There was a certain girl enrolled in this boarding school,” the mistress’s voice was almost a whisper. “She was a very good Wizardess. But rather too curious for her own good. One day she ventured to the Haunted Cave, which is very much off limits. She never returned.” There were several gasps from the classroom. “But,” the mistress continued, “When we discovered she was gone and tried to go in the cave to see if she was there, we could not go in. Someone had put a magical barrier in the mouth of the cave, preventing anyone to enter. We could have breached the seal, but we decided if someone had gone to all that trouble there must have been a reason. Things unknown are things better left undisturbed.”

Chapter One
Cali stood pondering, tapping her foot. Ever since that day she had overheard the story about the Haunted Cave, she had wondered. What was really in this cave? What could possibly be so bad no one could know about it? And now her chance had come. She had woken up early and climbed out the window, sneaking here before anyone could catch her. But now, should she really open it? Cali was confident she could, secretly studying magic from the age of four had paid off. But there was something sinister about the cave, the mouth deep in shadow and the surrounding cliff completely bare of life. And the birds should have been singing by now.
“Oh posh,” Cali shook off her fears and advanced bravely towards the cave. She shivered a little as she walked under the shadow, and then came to a stop. She could see only blackness, but she could feel a wall in front of her. Its cold smooth stones seemed impossible to climb, assembled with magic instead of normal means. Closing her eyes, Cali lightly touched the wall in front of her. Sketching a doorway with her fingers, she uttered a few words and pushed with all her magical strength. Finally the door creaked inwards, and Cali stumbled through.
“Oh,” Cali breathed with wonder as she stared at the sight before her. A dome ceiling arched high above, chandeliers fixed in a spiraling pattern. They shed light to every part of the great hall, which extended far back in the cave. There were little niche’s carved out in the walls, each one holding the head of a statue. But these statues were unlike any Cali had seen before, the twisted faces and grotesque features depicted horrible monsters. Shivering a little now, Cali took a step back. She could feel some force here, some evil presence that made her wish she had never opened the wall. It seemed to draw her forward, pulling, urging her to continue on. What had she disturbed?
The chatter of girl’s voices shook Cali free from whatever trance she was in. Turning to look, she gasped with horror as her classmates spilled into the hall. They laughed excitedly, led by Hilda, one of the popular girls. “What are you doing here?” Cali asked confusedly, stepping towards them.
“We followed you,” Ferna giggled. “Hilda noticed you were gone and convinced us to come. My, I never thought you would come here! You must have heard the tale about the girl--”
“Yes I have,” Cali cut her off abruptly. “And I wish I hadn’t opened this place up! There’s something dangerous here, I’m telling you. We have to go back.”
“Go back?” Hilda’s voice rang forth scornfully. “After going to all the trouble, you want to turn back? Nonsense.” She beckoned to the other girls. “We must go on.”
“No! Please don’t,” Cali begged.
“I don’t know,” Another girl named Silva said doubtfully. “Cali’s the most advanced in magic, of all of us. And this feels like a very magical place. If she says we should go back, we should.”
“The most advanced?” Hilda’s eyes flamed. “She is most certainly not.” Cali grimaced. Hilda was a senior in the Boarding School, and it was well known that she was very touchy. “I will not go back,” Hilda repeated firmly again. “And if all you lily-livered cowards want to stay here, that’s fine. I’m going on. What could be here anyways?” She stalked forward, stubbornness apparent in every step.
Resignedly the girls grouped around Cali. They knew there was no convincing Hilda now. She walked the length of the hall, and at the end stopped a moment. Then she went on, through a door Cali hadn’t even noticed. The door, now that she saw it, looked like a black gaping hole. There was deathly silence as the time stretched on. Finally Hilda came back out, and all the girls sighed with relief. But as she came closer, something seemed to be wrong. She walked funny, stiffly, like a machine. Her face was completely blank and white. Her eyes which were flashing with anger before, now seemed lifeless and dead.
Cali drew in a sharp breath as the spirit-less Hilda stopped in front of them. “Go,” she said in a ominous tone before she fell face down onto the cave floor. Screaming, the girls fled.


I could never be a horror writer. I get too creeped out while I'm writing it! But the funny thing was, when I told the dream to Anna and Erin, they said it sounds alot like a book they read. And I havent even read the book! But there the story is. I hope I'll continue writing it.
Kelia