I woke up, breathing hard and fast. I was in my bed with Alexander by my side. Oh my god. "Alexander!" I screamed, making sure it was only a dream. He was flinching and gasping randomly in his sleep, waking when I called his name.

"John! I thought he killed me..." He sobbed. "You had the dream? Evan?" I whispered, horrified. He nodded, looking as shocked as I was.

"Can I see your chest? I need to check something.." I mumbled. He looked confused, then he realized what I meant. He unbuttoned his pajama shirt and there they were.

E-V-A-N

"It was and wasn't a dream.. We need to see the others." We sped into the hall, screaming. Everyone, one by one, stepped out, looking as shaken up as Alex and I.

"Did y'all have the dream too?" Angelica asked. Everyone nodded. Alex broke down into tears and fell to his knees. Peggy, Maria, and Nightlara were standing close, holding hands. I remembered that Peggy was killed in the dream.

...

"Alex, what did Evan do to you after you were taken?" Peggy asked as we sat at the island, eating the breakfast burrito the cooks made for us. Alex fell silent, looking towards the floor.

"It was a dream, it doesn't matter." He blocked the question. I rubbed his back soothingly. "It's okay, please tell us." I begged. He straightened up and took a deep breath. "He raped me." I gasped.

Why would a fucking ghost rape Alex? "Is that why he carved his name on your chest?" Samuel asked after pecking Eliza on the lips gently, still shaken up by her 'death'. "Yeah..." He whispered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.

"It still says Evan on his chest." I blurted out. "He showed me when I woke him up." Herc stood up, walking over to us. "What? Let me see." He growled. Alex obliged, unbuttoning his shirt and letting everyone see the scars.

"That's creepy as fuck." Peggy breathed. "After Evan killed us, we were following y'all, as spirits. We saw him." Eliza and Angelica nodded, agreeing with their sister.

Suddenly, Fredrick stood up. "Guys, this is creepy." He had been on his phone, and he began to play a video.

Video audio:

"The myth of Evan comes in your dreams, and it goes from there. The dream repeats every night until you can keep all the people in the dream alive the whole night. You are supposed to stay alive for the whole night. One Evan victim is here today to share her story. Here, Martha."

"Thank you. When I was in college, they would put you in a dorm with 7 others. Some girls and some boys. We all had this dream, and we were scared as fuck, but soon figured out how to survive. After a while, you take the news of a death very casually. My friend would pass me in the halls of our dorm house and say something like 'Drew was killed in the bathroom, and I think Amelia just screamed' and walk away. We survived the night and were rid of the dreams after the 117th night."

Fredrick paused the video, looking upset. "I don't wanna die again..." He whined. Aaron hugged him. "Don't worry. Wait, did it hurt? Did you feel it?" He asked his boyfriend. Fredrick looked thoughtful, then shook his head.

"He only stabbed me. I could touch him though.. We can still hurt him back. But now that I remember, he had black hair, black pants, and a black hoodie with black and white Nikes." He reported. "Wow, goth much?" Peggy said, leaning back in her chair. "Hm. We'd better find a way
To survive this." Alex said.

...

"Into groups of two to three people. No one travels alone. I would recommend NOT being with your loved one, you'll end up stopping if they get killed and get yourself killed." Laf explained.

I was in a group with Fredrick and Maria. We were all getting in pajamas, getting ready to go to bed, meaning getting ready to be killed.

I laid down in bed with Alex. "I'm scared," he whimpered, nuzzling close. "I am too, but I love you, when we 'wake up' we can say bye then get into groups. Remember, we need to meet in the living room." He nodded, and we both dozed off, confident with our plans.

I sat up in bed, causing Alex to sit up too. "Ready.. Set... Run!" We bolted to the living room,where everyone was sitting. Angelica had knives from the kitchen. "May the odds be ever in your favor," she said, a hint of amusement in her eyes, but also some worry. "Lets do this."

*finishes last band aid* Y'all feeling better yet? Good. It's only a dream guys. Still, might be one or two more chapters on this. K thx bai.