Dream Haunter by Shayna Corinne Read Free Book Online

her
cheek.
    The white blur fills Melody’s eyelids
as the spinning sensation grips her stomach. She is standing in the
middle of Adam’s apartment. Fear runs down her spine, cutting
nerves and paralyzing her.

Chapter
Thirteen
     “ Melody?” Adam calls
out, his voice soft and eager, “I thought that you weren’t come
back.”
    Melody looks at her surroundings; no
doors, even though she could have sworn that there once had been.
She clinches her jaw to show him, and herself, that she isn’t
afraid.
    “ Don’t come near me.” she
hisses.
    Adam holds his hands up, giving her
that cocky grin of his. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me
to.”
    She steps around him,
keeping her eyes on him as she shoots quick glances down the hall,
praying for a window or something that could let her escape from this possessed
dream. Her eyes catch a small glimpse of light flickering in the
hall, almost blending with the wall, but it is so quick she isn’t
certain that she had seen it in the first place. The crisp smell of
glass cleaner tickles her nose as she drags her feet across the
cold tiles, venturing towards the light. She knows that Adam is
following here, not having to look back to know that crisp mint
smell that seems to ooze off of his skin whenever he is
near.
    Her eyes watch the light flow from
underneath a red drape hanging over something tall and spherical;
her heart begs her to stop and run. Adam smiles, his eyes watch
patiently as she grabs a fist full of the silky red fabric. It
makes a soft whooshing sound as it slips around the cylinder to
reveal a tall glass case, transparent and clean. Her voice stammers
as she stagers backwards into Adam’s chest, his arms forcefully
grab her waist, while he presses his lips to her ear.
    “ Either you can get in there
by yourself, or I can put you in there myself ,” he whispers, his breath
tickling the inside of her ear.
    His breath stabs at her skin, making
every nerve in her body scream out in pain. She trembles, wiggling
her hips and thrusting her arms out, praying to break free. His
fingers dig into the skin around her waist, lifting her off of the
cool tiles, trying to push her into the show case. She kicks and
screams, but his fingers just dig deeper into her trembling flesh.
She’s weak, she realizes as he clicks shut the small door that fits
seamlessly in with the rest of the glass.
    She falls to the floor in defeat,
screaming with her last ounce strength. The case jerks as Adam
wheels it into the living room, setting it across from his couch.
The skin of Melody’s thighs stick to the glass floor from her
sweat; it makes a squeaking sound against the glass as she spins
around, looking up at the ceiling.
    A small television is built into the
top of the sphere’s dome shines down on her. She watches in
amazement as the screen shows an image of Sam. Melody sits back,
her body and mind in such a state of shock she can’t handle how
crazy this all is. Sam, sweet Sam, who would go to hell and back
just for her, face appears on the screen, reflecting the memories
she shares with him. Her heart skips a beat as she watches him
frantically search for her around his apartment.
    Sam pulls on his hair, his eyes
bouncing around his living room before he runs out into the hall.
He pulls his phone out of his back pocket, checking for any sign of
her; he lets out an agonizing cry as he chucks the phone against
the concert steps, the phone landing in the pile of dead leave that
have begun to decompose against the wet pavement.
    Melody reaches her hand out to touch
the screen above her, longing to comfort him. She can see Adam
watching her, studying her, but she cries anyway. Once she has
wiped the warm tears from her cheeks, she looks back up at
Sam.
    He’s now rummaging through her
apartment, screaming her name; her heart pangs for him. She watches
him all night until Sam has tired himself out, lying down on her
bed, looking at the black and white photo that he had taken