While Charlie was sleeping, she felt a rushing feeling of calmness over her.
Slowly the scene changed from darkness to the farmhouse where Chase and her had lived together with their mother before Chase had left. Charlie found herself in her room, on her bed. Probably because she had just woke from a nap or something.
Chase's muffled and distorted voice was coming from downstairs. He seemed to be speaking to someone calmly.
Charlie was experiencing a lucid dream. She had full control over her actions and thoughts. The feeling of calmness still seemed to surround Charlie, making her feel comfortable and relaxed.
Charlie looked down at her bedding, her hand gently rubbing over it. A soft smile grew on her face as tingles were sent up her arm at the familiar fabric. She loved this blanket, she was sad she couldn't bring it to camp with her.
Looking back up at the door, she carefully pushed herself to her feet, cringing at the cold hardwood flooring before sliding on her slippers. Better.
Opening the door to her room, Charlie peered down the hallway, shutting it behind her as she walked downstairs. Hand on the wooden railing, she looked around the wall to see if she could figure out who chase was talking to.
Chase was speaking to someone on the phone, his voice becoming more clear as she got closer to the area.
"-she doesn't know, no." he finished, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back against the counter.
"Chase honey, can you come here please?" A woman's voice called out from the living room area, causing him to look in that direction. The voice, was recognizable to Charlie as their mother's.
Chase sighed. "I got to go, but we will discuss this further a little later." he said, then hung up the phone, setting it down on the counter as he walked towards the living room where their mom had called out to him.
This wasn't a memory that was replaying in Charlie's mind, it was definitely just some random dream. Chase seemed to be the same age he was now, and their mom was... well... alive.
Charlie's eyes widened a bit in confusion and she carefully crept down the hall to see what was happening.
The air became heavier the closer she got to the living room. The calmness that once was there, began to slowly fade away as she continued forward.
What was once two voices, turned into one, the natural light coming into the house also seemed to fade as the sun outside set quickly. Just before she made it to the living room, the voice stopped, leaving the house in an eery silence.
As Charlie peaked into the living room, the room had been trashed. Glass was spread throughout the living room from the windows and some little decorations. The furniture was moved a bit, some chairs on their side. It seemed as though there was some sort of fight, or struggle that had gone down. It was dark in the room, but barely lit by the light from the moon outside. On the ground in the middle of the room was the silhouette of someone laying on the ground. They weren't moving at all. The only sound was Charlie's breathing.
She stared into the room and looked around, swallowing hard and crossing her arms. Taking a deep breath, she carefully took a few steps inside. Her hands were shaking already. "...Chase? M...mom?"
As Charlie stepped into the room, she was overcome with the feeling of emptiness. Her vision going completely black. She no longer could move on her own.
There was nothing that happened for a few seconds, just leaving Charlie alone in the complete dark. She no longer was in the farmhouse, but in a huge room that had nothing inside of it.
"CHARLIE!" Chase's voice echoed throughout the pitch black room. A scream echoed afterwards.
She now was able to move, however, before she could even think about moving, Charlie felt the sensation of falling through the floor.
"We will meet again.." a voice whispered into her ear as she fell. The voice was of a male who had a British accent. One that she had heard before.
Suddenly, Charlie was pulled out of the dream, now no longer dreaming.