OCTOBER 2nd-"The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open."

"What do you think this means?" I asked once again. I knew I was beginning to annoy my friends, but I was genuinely perplexed. It didn't help that the chicken chow mein, I had, was weighing heavily in my stomach.

"It doesn't mean anything! Those fortunes are mass produced in a factory somewhere." Stamata replied, with only a hint of irritant.

"Yeah, but don't you think mine was pretty specific? Like strangely specific?" I asked.

"Listen dude," AJ started seriously, "You're not special."

I rolled my eyes, "Alright, I get it." I looked down at the small piece of paper in my fingers, 'Seven after the midnight hour, if you're not up first, things will go sour'.
What kind of acid trip, was the employee who typed this one out, on? I thought.
I read the words one last time and ripped the slip in half. "You guys are right, I'm being dumb."

“Yes you are! Now, beer time!” cheered Vanessa.

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.

“I’m never eating Chinese food from a food court again” I muttered to myself, clenching my blanket tightly. Another creak, the soft sound of door against carpet. “If someone’s there, this isn’t funny!” I stated, hands going for the cell phone at the nightstand. The wind rushed through the slightly opened window, chilling me, despite the flannel pajamas.

One last creak then 'pit-pat' 'pit-pat' echoed invisible footsteps across my floor, 'pit-pat' 'pit-pat'. “I’m calling the cops!" I screamed out. 'Pit-pat' 'pit-pat' "I mean it!" 'Pit-pat' 'pit-pat'. "If you leave now-“ I gasped, as I felt something tug the bottom of my blanket. I jumped out of my bed, or at least I tried to:A large weight settled on top of me, pinning me down. What felt like cold, long nails tickled my collarbones, “One more minute, and I would have had you!” something whispered in my ear. Then the weight was gone, and I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding. The clock struck 12:08 and I cried.

(I should mention that I HATE coming up with names for characters. I tend to solve this by using the names of my friends. So if you see your name, consider yourself my friend!)