Author's Note: This is long, I know but it is a kind of free-writing response to the book, Blue is for Nightmares, I thought the whole concept of being able to see the future through dreams was cool so I made this irony piece. I'm not saying I believe in Wicca, which is what the main character did to see the future, because I don't but I thought it was cool and different. Well, tell me what you think about this. Enjoy!

The dark hallway that lay stretched before me, mysterious and dangerous. I cautiously step down it, my footsteps echoing off the chipped, salmon pink cement walls. That whole length of it is in almost constant shadow except for pinpricks of lightbulbs swinging from the ceiling. The eery quiet that spreads throughout the hall makes me edgy and my ears are on full alert, ready for anything. I stay on the right side of the hall, my hand dragging against the ice cold wall. My breathing becomes labored, coming out in quick, short puffs. Then I hear the whisper only a few yards ahead. I step towards it eager to reach the shadow's voice.

"Stacey," it keeps whispering, a male voice but I feel like I know it. I want to reach it, to know I'll be safe then when I'm near it. My feet begin to drag as if stuck ankle deep in thick muck, dragging my slower and slower until it's a few seconds between steps, until I'm near tears in fear. I scream out to him, hoping he'll come to me but he doesn't. He just continues to whisper my name. I feel myself being dragged back, even farther away from the voice. The tears roll down my cheeks, I don't want to stop hearing the voice.

Then my feet are free and I sprint forward, blindedly into the darkness ahead. I can see him, his outline, his shadow. I get to him and gasp, he's just a shadow. Only his eyes are color, intense greenish hazel. He whispers my name and reaches out to me but he's being dragged back too. I yell and reach for him, wanting to stay here to keep me safe but he just continues to fade away into the grayness around us. I feel myself shaking, shaking so hard I can feel my teeth chattering. It's so cold, I fall to my knees and sit there shivering. It feels like my blood itself is freezing beneath my skin, like my body is just stopping. I lay on the ground and grab myself searching for warmth but none comes. My eyes flutter and I feel myself lifting away from this cold. I feel myself going, going far away out of this place, this nightmare of a place.