Episode 1

Do people always feel as if they are living their dreams..it's really hard to understand, complicated maybe. Whenever I heard about other people's dreams, they told me so many versions, their dreams were sometime joyful, creepy, mysterious and many things. I..was kind of bewildered as I seemed to dream of the same thing since childhood. I don't quite remember the exact date when I began to have these visions, but during my younger years, I always found myself indulging in detective games, creating mysterious situations, solving problems to which solutions I already knew. I was so much influenced by famous detective stories that I really wanted to become one when I grew up. My mother forbade me to play those kind of games probably because of my dreams, she somehow managed to explain me that my mind was then all filled with crimes and cases and somehow my imaginary characters found a way to enter my thoughts during sleep. I didnt' pay much heed to her advise, but when this dream which consisted of an apparition covered in black, moving just like a human being, uttering a foreign language, repeatedly crossed my mind at night, I was terribly scared and I stopped playing everything that was ever related to thieves and detectives. For a moment I thought that those things won't be frightening me anymore, but nothing changed, I dreamt the exact dream again and again. I grew up, entered high scchool, the only thing that was different about me was my personality, from a bubbly and joyful attitude, I became an introvert and quiet. There was hardly anything that surprised me anymore, a total expressionless creep, that's what my classmates called me, but their opinion never mattered to me, I was experiencing much worse than them.

I woke up one morning, strangely my head was aching like crazy, i did have that dream, but his time something was different.. the apparition seemed as if it was angry, i tried recollecting the events of the vision but it felt like my head would just explode, with my hand pressed against my forehead, i walked down to kitchen. My mother had already made the breakfast. Her calm expression changed and she looked anxious as soon she saw me tired. "What's wrong Zee? Are you feverish?",she asked hurriedly, and I calmy replied and told her that it was just a small headache, probably because I was studying all night. She knew that I had that dream again, but to cure my headache was her first priority. She poured me medicinal soup, advising at the same time to stay at home for the time being. but I insisted on going to school. This time she was a little worried about me but after the breakfast she told me take care of myselff at school,

I attended my classes, met my one and only friends, Sheron and Lee. I liked studying as it helped me distract myself from the nightmare,as a result I was always the top student of each semester. Though I was never good at making friends, Sheron and Lee were always by my side. Sheron was the first one who approached me , asking for my name at the begining of the high school, she never left me alone though at one point I was irritated by her behaviour but at the end I gave up to her continuous pursuasion of becoming friends. As in all the classes, there was one student who had always filled the last spot in our class, he was Lee, he came to me begging for private tuitions and with Sheron crying for the same thing, mainly becuase she was too ashamed to get down from the second last position,and seeing thier pitiful faces asking for mercy, I couldn't have said no. That's how our trio was formed.

After the school was over,I went back to home ..and there was some stranger waiting for me at the front door. A cat with a shinning black fur with green eyes glowing just like an emerald stone. I walked towards it stealthily, trying out a way to pet him somehow, as soon as I reached him, my mother opened the door and she asked me about the weird position I was in. I smiled at her and said that I just found a ca....? There was nothing. I knew cats were agile but it couldn't have just disappeared into thin air! My mother just scolded me for making excuses for being late. Maybe I was going crazy, all that torture on my mind was then showing it's effect.

I went in, changed my clothes, had lunch, it was all the same routine, at around ten at night I went to bed, but I couldn't forget about that mysterious cat, was it just my hallucination or was I just tired.... I didn't know and i just shut my eyes and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night I began hearing things.."I...", "I will...." that tone sounded cold without any warmth.... that apparition.. it's face was beginning to clear and it's voice seemed more like that of a person, I was unable to open up my eyes, it terrified me..."I will...not..." it kept saying and in a flash its face was clearly visible, it was a guy....."I WILL NOT DO IT THIS TIME!" I jerked and immediately sat up, all I could think of was ."WHO THE HELL WAS HE?!!!!"