Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2021 16:36:37 GMT -7
CW: blood, gore, trauma
Sleep walking had been a serious. When she was younger, it was unclear as to why. As she grew older, her parents figured that the sleep walking would dissipate. They were wrong.
As always Silas and Asteria bid their daughters good night. The young girls, all sharing the same room, chatted and talked about the thing they were looking forward to the most, their Hogwarts letters, which were due any day now. In time, they were all asleep. Phoebe rested comfortably, until something grabbed her attention.
She got up from where she lay and started to where she was pulled. An invisible force was drawing her to an unknown location. What she saw with her eyes, was far different from where she was. But once she opened the door, she immediately knew where she was. It was Ottery St. Catchpole, the town where she grew up. Though, she wasn't entirely sure when the sun had gone up, from the shadows, it seemed like it was mid day now, and the the blooms on the trees told her it was spring. She passed by some people, none of whom seemed familiar, and the more she thought about it, the stranger their cloths seemed. The men wore tall hats and long coats, every woman wore some form of hat, with their hair tied up, and long dresses with proofed sleeves. Each woman carrying a parasol as they went about their way. It was cloths that she wasn't used to seeing in her time. But still, it didn't seem strange to her.
Instead of looking around, exploring her surroundings, she moved with propose down the way. In time, she came to a corner, she knew she would turn it. With her knowledge of the town, she knew it was a dead end, but still, she turned. What she saw, she was not prepared for. The walls and floor were covered with blood. What looked like severed body parts, enough for three people. She wanted to run away, but as she blinked, she was suddenly deeper in, her hands covered with warm sticky blood. The girl, who had been so peaceful throughout the vision, screamed. And she didn't stop screaming. The more she looked, the more covered her. She tried to run, but something was holding her. As she looked, she saw a severed hand holding her down, pulling her towards the ground. The thrashed and flailed.
In time, she finally woke up, in her fathers arms. He was in his pajamas, released that his thrashing, and screaming daughter had finally calmed down, though she still breathed heavily, panic flushing over her. The young girl constantly looked around the ally, and her own self, the feeling of warm, gooey blood still around her. She could see a number of neighbors, many of whom looked at the scene with discuss.