Meanwhile at the same time, in the same place but another dimension, there were another group of people lying down unconscious. It takes the average human between ten minutes and twenty to sleep while waking up takes longer than that; it takes thirty minutes to fully wake up and function properly.
As if sleep is a pit that falling into is easier than getting out. In those first thirty minutes, the person may hear anything and answer anything without being aware of the words coming out of the mouth; the perfect time for an evil spirit to possess a body without resistance.
There were fine people sleeping without awareness of what's happening. The classroom closed, the corridors full of eyes watching every single movement. While four of them were in a complete state of oblivion, one of them, an adult man wearing the twenty three time age, was in a complete state of half-awareness. His body wasn't moving but his mind was working.
"Where am I?" he said, dizzy.
His soul detached from his body and wandered around, observing the areas and examining the others. It wasn't good for someone to wander far from the main body; it could lead to a bad spirit possession. He looked around and heard someone calling his name behind his back. The voice was a whisper of soul, lost within the realm as he was the only one hearing it. He closed his eyes forcing his mind to believe it was a dream but opening his eyes again proved him the opposite.
'Sirius!' this time it was the voice of a young girl appearing behind him.
At the appearance of the young girl, he relaxed. Little did he know, the main problem was the young appearance. He tried to move around and peek outside the door, believing it's still a dream. But his hand couldn't pass through the walls. It felt too real to be a dream. Then his body was frozen, next moving on its own as the girl smiled widely and softly.
Sirius felt everything around him, the rough surface of the ground under his feet, the coldness in the air, his breathing… He was breathing. He tore his eyes from the girl and stared at his own, trying to see if his body was breathing. And in terror, he almost screamed, even if he wanted to scream, he couldn't do it, the body was moving on its own. His body wasn't breathing and his soul was doing that. It was completely contradicting.
'Never mind… I will wake up soon and this dream will be a nightmare my girlfriend will help me with… It won't be long since the sun rises, it won't be long since I open my eyes and everything would be normal. It must be because I drank too much on the party… It must be because of it,' he thought.
The small girl called his name again but this time, the surroundings changed to a cemetery he recognized immediately. It was the tomb of the man he just cut open the previous week to know the cause of death. He could feel the sucking noise of the ground as the girl moved barefoot. He could hear the sound of the crows and owls in the middle of the night. In the end, he couldn't convince himself in further of the dream.
The tomb opened and the man he cut came out of there. The eyes opened abruptly but the hands didn't move from their previous position. The horror, the terror… He felt it growing deep within him.
"Sirius, I feel we could understand each other," the corpse spoke but it was the voice of the young girl who broke the silence. He wondered why he could hear her voice from her mouth previously but soon brushed the idea refusing to know the truth.
"Open the doors and break the barriers. The day won't move if you don't move. I am waiting for you. Waiting for the kindest souls to come and bestow the colors on my empty self. Don't make me wait! It has been a long time since a painter completed me."
The world whirled away and he felt someone shaking him to open his eyes. He jolted forward screaming from horror. He grabbed the arm of a girl who hugged him transferring the warmth to his cold body.
"What happened to you, Sirius? It was just a nightmare. You don't have to be scared this way."
Sirius looked at his girlfriend and calmed down momentarily. His calmness soon dissipated as he realized the classroom he had seen in his dream wasn't a dream. His girlfriend, Jessica, kept her eyes on Sirius too scared to look up.
There were shadows with visible eyes staring from all directions from the windows; they couldn't come in as the door was locked but it was being moved, to forcefully open. The other three he left sleeping were against the door keeping it from being open.
"What's happening?" he asked.
"Bring your ass here and help us keep this door closed. We can't keep it for long," the one who cursed had Rayan as name, he was taller than the others and wider. It was mostly because of his strength that the door stayed closed.
Sirius thought for a moment, forcing himself to remember the dream he didn't like. He was confident he didn't see the eyes looking directly at them. He was confident the shadows were standing there with eyes slightly open, not completely open. The eyes were the only thing existing in the shadows, making it horrifying. The eyes were the only human-like things in them.
"Look there! Someone wrote that with blood," Jessica retracted herself from him and stepped back pointing at the wall. There were clear words of 'Open the door and break the barrier with a butterfly drawn with red. Then there was the poster with the bloody words left by Elianna.
{Red butterfly: Romance, passion, a powerful spirit.}
Sirius remembered the girl and because of the bloody words on the wall, he believed she was completely real. 'Was she the embodiment of powerful spirit?' he wondered. 'Then what about romance and passion. Are they the other clues to open the door and break the barrier? Why would I listen to the girl? She may be an evil spirit. She moved me to a cemetery.'
Sirius's confusion grew as the others yelled and cursed him for taking too long to help them. He hugged Jessica as she was his girlfriend and the only girl present among all the five, and kissed her passionately. He felt the need for her warmth.
At that moment, the eyes looked away and the presence trying to push the door stopped.