Mia had agreed to try sleeping in Oliver and Chloe's room for a few nights, just to see if it would help with the nightmares. She wasn't really fond of the idea, because she was seventeen and not five, after all. She couldn't be running to Ollie and Chloe whenever she had a bad dream. It was childish.
And then Slade had reared his monstrous head
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When the elevator stopped, Mia waited for the doors to open. But a trickle of something dark and red seeped under the crack instead. Mia frowned and pushed the button again to open the doors. This time they parted smoothly, a rush of the red liquid coming in to wash over Mia's feet. She stepped out into the hallway.
"Ollie? Chloe?" Her feet, which were bare, made squishing sounds against the carpet and came up stained red and sticky. Mia ran to Oliver's bedroom, then the guestroom, and found no one. Finally, she went to her own bedroom door and pressed her ear against it. She could hear a faint creaking noise, like a rocking chair would make but the door wouldn't open. Frantic, she pounded on it, shouting Oliver's name...
In her sleep, Mia curled up tighter in her fetal position, arms protecting her head, knees drawn up to shield her stomach. She frowned and muttered something into the pillow.
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From behind, a hand clamped hard around her arm and a knife point pressed against her ribs. She screamed, she screamed, she-
-moaned and reached for the blanket edge, felt Chloe's fingers instead and woke violently, fighting off someone who wasn't there anymore.
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