I was running down an alley, a tunnel, I wasn't sure what it was but it was dark, really dark.

I was running. I was running like my life depended on it. I was sweating, I was nervous and breathing heavily. Tears were forming in my eyes and I wasn't sure why but I kept running. Not stopping even though I felt tired and out of breath.

I ran and ran without stopping and suddenly I heard a scream. It was Lydia. In my dream, nightmare or whatever you want to call it, I felt my heart drop to my stomach and fell on my knees. I screamed and a dark aura came out of me and made a big explosion.

I woke up. I was breathing heavily. I passed my hands through my face and turned on the lamp that was on my nightstand.

I looked around and saw that all my things were lying on the floor of my room. I sighed and got up starting to pick them up.

When I looked at my wrist I realized something. The bracelet. It wasn't there. The one I shared with Allison.

"No, no, no, no." I mumbled panicking.

I started looking everywhere. I looked under my bed, behind my desk, in my closet.

I ran my hands through my hair and sat on the floor. I was still affected by the nightmare I just had. I didn't know what it meant but it felt so real.

I rested my head on my knees and when I looked up I saw something shining in the corner of my room. I got up and walked over. I smiled when I saw the bracelet.

I picked it up.

"No!"

I blinked quickly. The voice I just heard. It was mine.

I needed to get back to sleep. I put the bracelet on my nightstand. I looked at the ceiling trying to go back to sleep.

Something felt off but I didn't know what but I was sure it had something to do with my weird nightmares.

[...]

I was in the hall closing my locker. I looked around  saw Allison standing in the middle of the hall, she was just standing there with no expression on her face.

"Allison." I walked towards her. "Are you okay?" I asked and she nodded looking around confused.

I looked at her. She seemed off.

[...]

"It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?" We heard Stiles voice and walked towards them.

"How'd you know?" Scott asked.

"Because it's happening to all three of you." Lydia spoke.

We all looked at each other.

"This is what Deaton warned us about." I spoke.

[...]

"Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one." Lydia spoke as we walked through the halls.

"We're not crazy." Allison assured.

"Hallucinations? Sleep paralysis? That sounds 100% normal." I spoke sarcastic.

"It's happening to you too." Lydia spoke and I closed my eyes.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"Lydia I swear to..." I mumbled. "I've just been having weird dreams, that's it."

"But you didn't go in." Scott spoke.

"I know. You're the ones who died a came back to life." I replied.

"That's gonna have some side effects, right?" He asked.

The bell rang indicating the start of classes.

"We keep and eye on each other. Okay? And, Lydia, stop enjoying this so much." Stiles spoke and Lydia chuckled.

"What?" She acted clueless.

[...]

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira. Or you might not, since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school. Or brought home a friend for that matter."

We heard a loud sigh and a thud.

We all turned around and there she was. She was pretty. She looked around with an awkward smile. People laughed.

She looked at me and I smiled at her.

"Either way, there she is." Mr. Yukimura smiled.

I saw Scott look at her and rolled my eyes. That's how he looked at Allison on her first day. Damn it.

"Let's begin with American History at the turn of the 20th century." Mr. Yukimura spoke.

[...]

Lydia and I were placing a target on one of the trees.

"Do you really think this is going to help?" Allison asked.

"Lydia, it's crooked." I spoke looking at the target.

"Leave it like that." She replied and I sighed.

"If you think it won't help, Alli. It won't help. So, good vibes only." I gave her thumbs up.

"So get your head into it. Shoot a few and see what happens." Lydia spoke.

Allison pulled the bow's string. I saw her hands shaking. When she released the arrow it went straight to the ground.

She sighed and took another arrow and when she released it it went to the ground again.

"I thought archery was your thing. Maybe hold the string another way. Try the Mongolian draw." I suggested and she looked at me. "What? I like to do my research."

She smiled.

"Try it." Lydia spoke.

Allison took another arrow and grabbed the string differently. When she released the arrow it went to the ground again.

"Okay. Umm..." Lydia sighed.

"It's okay, Alli. Take a second and breathe. Close your eyes and imagine the arrow going into the target, okay?" I spoke.

Allison did what I told her and when she opened her eyes she looked around terrified. She jumped and Lydia and I looked at each other.

"Allison?" I spoke.

"Did you see that?" She asked.

"See what?" Lydia asked.

"Wait here." Allison grabbed her arrows and her bow.

"Alli..."

"I'll be right back." She assured.

She started walking and Lydia and I looked at each other.

"We're going to follow her, right?" I asked.

"Obviously." Lydia replied.

We were walking but we still couldn't see Allison. He looked around searching for her with his eyes.

"Lia! Lydia!" I heard her voice and looked at Lydia.

"It's her." I  started running.

I ran following the sound of her voice and footsteps.

I saw Allison and stood in front of her.

"Allison?" I called her and saw her charge an arrow pointing at me. "Allison!" I yelled but she released the arrow.

I closed my eyes waiting for the arrow but when I didn't feel anything I opened my eyes. There was Isaac who was holding the arrow centimeters away from my face.

"Oh my God." Lydia spoke arriving.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Lia! - Allison yelled worried and in shock.

She dropped her bow.

"I'm fine, it's okay." I assured breathing heavily. "Thanks." I thanked Isaac and he smiled.

[...]

We were in class.

"Stilinski. Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?" Coach asked.

Stiles was writing something in his notebook. I frowned and looked at him.

"Stilinski!" Coach yelled and blew his whistle.

I covered my ears wincing. Coach's whistle sounded louder than ever. My ears were ringing. Stiles looked at him quickly.

"Uh-huh?" Stiles asked confused.

"I asked you a question." Coach told him.

"Uh...Sorry, Coach. What was it?" Stiles asked.

"Oh, it was "Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?"" Coach repeated.

"Oh. Well, I am now." Stiles replied.

"Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink...every night. Does anybody else want to answer the question on the board?"

Scott and I looked at Stiles worried. He looked at us noticing our worried looks.

"I'm okay. I just fell asleep for a sec." He assured.

"Stiles, you weren't asleep." I frowned.

He looked at us confused and Scott pointed Stiles' notebook.

He looked at it terrified and covered his notebook with a book.

Wake up wake up
                Wake up wake up
Wake up

He had written that many many times all over his notebook. It was scary.

[...]

"Okay, so what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Scott asked.

"And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stiles added.

"And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" Allison added.

"They're all locked up because they're insane." Isaac replied.

"Isaac." I gave him a bad look.

"Ha. Can you at least try to be helpful, please?" Stiles spoke annoyed.

"For half of my childhood, I was locked in a freezer. So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me." Isaac spoke.

Scott hit his head on the table.

"Okay, do we...Are you still milking that?" Stiles asked.

"Stiles." I gave him a bad look and he shrugged.

"Yeah, we're still milking that." Isaac replied.

They both started arguing.

"Okay, okay! Shut up. Both of you aren't being helpful, you're being extremely childish." I spoke and they both looked down.

"Hi, sorry." We heard a voice.

We all turned around to see who it was. It was Kira.

"I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about. And I think I actually might know what you're talking about. There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called "Bardo". It literally means "in-between state". The state between life and death." She explained.

"And what do they call you?" Lydia asked.

"Kira. She's in our history class." Scott spoke smiling at her and she smiled.

"Are you talking about the Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?" I asked.

"Either, I guess. But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful and wrathful deities." Kira explained.

"Wrathful deities? And...what are those?" Isaac asked.

"Like demons." Kira replied.

"Demons. Why not?" Stiles sighed.

"Hold on, if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?" Allison asked.

"Death. You die." Kira answered.

"Lovely." I spoke sarcastic.

[...]

"It sounds like your subconscious is trying to communicate with you." Deaton spoke.

"Well, how do I tell my subconscious to use a language I actually know?" Stiles asked.

"Do you remember what the sign language looked like? The placement and the movement of the hands?" Deaton asked.

"Sign language?" I asked and they looked at me.

"You know sign language?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, you don't?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

"Let us give it a shot." Deaton spoke.

"Okay, the first move was like this. Then..." He said moving his index finger in circles.

"That means "when"." I spoke.

"Then there was this, twice."

He moved his palms.

"That means "door"." I told him.

"And there's this in between that." He put his thumb on his chin.

"That's it?" Deaton asked.

"Yeah." Stiles replied.

""When is a door not a door?"" I spoke frowning.

""When is a door not a door?"" Stiles repeated confused.

"When it's ajar." Scott replied.

"You're kidding me. A riddle? My subconscious wants to tell me a riddle?" Stiles asked annoyed.

"Not necessarily. When the three of you went under the water, when you crossed from unconsciousness to a kind of super consciousness...you essentially opened a door in your minds." Deaton explained.

"Okay, so what does that mean? The door's still open?" Scott asked.

"Ajar." Deaton answered.

"A door...into our minds?" Stiles asked.

"I did tell you it was risky." Deaton spoke.

"What do we do about it?" Scott asked.

"Well that's...difficult to answer." Deaton replied.

"No, wait a sec, I know that look. That's the "we know exactly what's wrong with you, and we have no idea how to fix it" look." Stiles spoke.

"One thing I do know...is that having an opening like the one you have in your mind it's not good. You each need to close that door. And you need to do it as soon as possible."

[...]

We walked out of the clinic.

"How are we supposed to close a door in our minds?" I asked frowning.

"I don't know but you already heard Deaton. We have to find out and we have to do it quick." Scott replied.

A car parked in front of us and Sheriff Stilinski got out of it. We all look at him confused.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked.

"I'm here because I could use some help. Actually...your help." Stilinski looked at Scott.

"Why me?" Scott asked.

"Because 8 years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that...That a werewolf could have caused the accident, and then dragged her body away. If you could somehow get a lock of her scent, if you could somehow help me find her body, it might provide the missing clue." Stilinski explained.

"And what if it was a werewolf?" Stiles asked.

"Well, there's somebody out there who murdered an entire family. Someone who still needs to be caught." Stilinski replied.

"What can we do to help?" I asked.

"I'll go see Mr. Tate tomorrow. You guys are coming with me."

[...]

Stiles, Scott, and I would enter through the back door Mr. Tate's house.

Stiles opened the door and it creaked.
Scott and I grimaced. Stiles opened it and it creaked again.

"Oh my..." I whispered.

Stiles opened the door quickly and we walked into the house. We had to go upstairs, to Malia's room.

Scott sniffed stuffed animals trying to get Malia's scent.

"Try this one." I passed him a stuffed animal and he sniffed it.

He shook his head and I sighed.

"All I'm getting is some animal smell." Scott spoke.

"What kind of animal?" Stiles asked.

"Dog." Scott replied and we turned around.

There was a dog standing in the doorframe and growling.

"Cute doggy." I smiled nervously. "Scott, do something." I whispered.

"Me?" Scott asked.

"Yes, you. Do werewolf stuff and get rid of it." I replied.

"Be the Alpha." Stiles spoke nervously.

"I can't. I don't have control." Scott whispered.

"Okay, buddy, you're going to have to try something." Stiles spoke.

"Nice doggy." Scott tried to pet the dog.

The dog started barking and we jumped.

"Scott!" I whispered loudly.

"Apollo! Apollo, shut up! Shut the hell up!" Mr. Tate yelled.

The dog immediately stopped barking and left.

Stiles and Scott we're hugging me scared.

"Yeah, okay, my heroes." I pushed them off.

They cleared their throats and kept looking for stuff.

"Here. Try that. Anything?" Stiles asked.

"All I'm getting  is that dog." Scott replied.

Stiles looked at something. I knew that look, he had found something. He took out his phone and took a picture of a framed picture.

In this picture there were two little girls. One had a doll. It was Malia and her sister.

[...]

"I'm sorry. I tried as hard as I could. If it wasn't so long ago, I might have been able to do it." Scott spoke.

"It's okay. It was a long shot. In fact, it was a pretty terrible idea. I think I just ripped a wound open in that poor man. I never should've brought you guys here. I don't know what I was thinking." Stilinski spoke.

"It's okay, Sheriff, you were just doing your job." I spoke and he smiled and nodded.

"Thanks for trying, all right?" He told us.

"Yeah."

"See you at home." He told Stiles.

He started the car and drove off. We all sighed.

"Aren't there a lot of cases that go unsolved?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, I just think this is one he... felt like he could've figured our right now." Stiles replied.

"Why is it so important now?" I asked.

"Well, he wants to be able to solve one more while he's still Sheriff." Stiles replied and Scott and I looked at him confused.

"What do you mean "still Sheriff "?" Scott asked.

"Didn't your father tell you?" Stiles asked and Scott frowned.

[...]

I heard footsteps in the hallway. I frowned and got up. I opened the door to look out. I looked around but didn't see anything.

Suddenly, someone pulled my arm. I screamed but before it was audible I felt a hand on my mouth.

"It's me, it's us." Scott whispered and took his hand off my mouth.

"You almost gave me a heart attack. What are you doing here? It's like..." I spoke and looked at my wrist. "Two in the morning."

"You don't even have a watch." Stiles frowned.

"Us three. We're going to go out and find a body. A dead body." Scott spoke.

"Oh not again." I whined.

[...]

"You know, if my dad's right, that means there's another werewolf in town we haven't met yet." Stiles spoke.

"I know." Scott replied.

"What if it's someone we already know?" I asked and they looked at each other.

"Like who?" Scott asked.

"Peter, Derek or any of the Hales when they were alive." I spoke and he shook his head.

"I don't think it was the Hales." Scott replied.

"If it turns out to be something like triplets, that form into, like, a three-headed hound of hell, I'm seriously not up for that." Stiles spoke and I smiled.

"Yeah, I would be done." I spoke

"Yeah. Me too. Especially since I can't even control my own transformation anymore." Scott added.

We went up a small hill. Suddenly, there was a howl and Stiles grabbed my arm causing me to drop Scott's  phone where we had the GPS. The phone rolled down the hill and fell into a puddle.

"Well done, Stiles." I spoke sarcastic.

"Sorry. I hate coyotes so much. They always sound like they're mauling some tiny, helpless little animal." Stiles spoke and I chuckled rolling my eyes.

We walked down the hill and Scott grabbed his phone trying to dry it.

"It still works."

"That's good. Now Stiles doesn't owe you a new phone." I spoke.

Stiles looked at something.

"Let me see with the flashlight. I think we found it." He started walking and we followed him.

There was the car. The Tate's car. It was covered in dirt, plants and was rusty. Not to mention it was already destroyed because of the accident.

"Uh...Why wouldn't they move it? Isn't it evidence? "Scott asked.

"Probably too much of a pain in the ass to tow out." Stiles replied.

"And a lot of paperwork." I added.

"Look at this." Stiles pointed the flashlight and we got closer.

"Those are claw marks." I spoke looking at them.

Scott passed his hand through the claw marks.

"Animal claws would be closer together, right? A lot closer." Stiles asked.

"Yeah, these are 100% werewolf claw marks." I replied.

I passed my hands through these. I saw many flashing images. I heard screams, growl, a gunshot and a loud crash.

I jumped and Scott and Stiles looked at me.

"Something attacked them." I spoke.

"Then it was a werewolf." Scott spoke.

"So my dad was right." Stiles added.

Stiles kneeled in front of the door. Scott and I imitated his action.

"What's that?" Scott asked pointing at something and Stiles pointed the flashlight at it.

Stiles grabbed it. It was a doll. We frowned looking at it.

"I'm hungry."

We screamed and Stiles threw the doll to the ground.

"Holy mother of..." I put my hand on my chest.

"I think I just had a minor heart attack." Stiles spoke.

"Hey." Scott stared at something. "Please tell me you see that."

My eyes widened. I saw glowing blue eyes in the dark.

"I see it." Stiles replied.

"Me too." I added.

It was a coyote. The coyote ran off and Scott ran after it.

"Scott!" I yelled but he kept running.

"Wait, hey, Scott!" Stiles yelled.

I grabbed his arm and started running quickly trying to catch up with Scott.

[...]