Violet's POV

June 11th, 1980

I looked up at the ceiling terrified from what just happened. I looked around frantically, in my dark room. My eye's and head hurt from me wanting to cry.

I got out of my bed and ran to my door where the light was. I looked around and felt safe in the hallway.

I slowly walked to my parent's bedroom and saw them passed out. I walked closer and crawled into the bed wanting to sleep next to them.

"Violet?" I heard making me stop what I was doing. "Why are you in our room?" My father said sleepily before turning on the light.

"What happened?" My mother asked. I couldn't stop the tears now. "I... I was... and grandma... and she died!" I yelled as I sobbed out everything.

"Sweetie, calm down." Mom said opening her arms. I crawled over to her and cried my little eyes out.

"It was just a nightmare," Dad said. "No, it wasn't!" I yelled and hid my face in my mother shoulder crying.

My mother sighed as she stroked my back. "Let's put you back in your bed." Mom said getting up. "No!" I yelled looking into her blue eyes.

"I want to sleep with you tonight," I said. "Sweetie, you're seven year's old. You can't just come in here every time you have a nightmare." Dad said rubbing his tired eye's.

"It wasn't a nightmare! Grandma died! She got stabbed through the chest!" I cried out. "How about we tuck you into your own bed but stay with you until you fall asleep?" Mom asked.

I now knew that after six years old, you can't sleep with mommy or daddy anymore. I nodded even though I wanted them to be with me the whole night.

They both got up and went to my bedroom, turning on my lamp. "Can you get me a nightlight... like the one in the hallway?" I asked.

"Of course, Sweetie. Will get it tomorrow before dark." Mom said moving my bangs out of the way, to kiss my forehead.

I smiled, now starting to calm down. "Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?" Dad asked looking at my bookshelf.

"Yes," I said sighing. "How about... Miss Nelson Is Missing?" He asked looking back at me. I smiled and nodded.

He smiled and came over to me and mom and sat down. "The kid's in room 207 were misbehaving again." He read out.

"Spitballs were stuck to the ceiling. Paper planes whizzed through the air. They were the worst-behaved class in the whole school." He said now showing me the picture.

"Now settle down," Dad said trying to sound like a girl making me giggle. "But the class wouldn't settle down." He said clearing his throat.

"They whispered and giggled. They squirmed and made faces." He said scrunching up his face, making me and my mother giggle.

"They were even rude during reading hour. And they always refused to do their lessons. Something must be-" Dad stopped hearing the phone.

"I'll go get it." Mom said getting up. "Who would be calling at the crack of dawn?" My father asked. He turned to me and gave me a smile.

"Anyways, back to our little story." He said looking back at the book. "Something must be done. Said, Miss Nelson." He said making that scratchy girly voice again.

He showed me the pictures in the book before we heard my mother crying. "Mommy?" I called out. "That can't be!" We heard.

"I'll be back, Sweetie." He said handing me the book and leaving my room, to go see mom. I sat the book down and got out of bed.

I walked to my doorway and saw my mother crying holding onto my daddy. "What happened?" Dad asked. "She... died from possibly having a heart attack." Mom said.

I looked down trying to not make myself cry. That didn't happen. I started to cry making them come over to me and hold me close.

We all cried for a long time before I started getting drowsy. I held onto my mother as my crying started to die down. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

[The Next Morning]

I woke up to the sound of crying, making me get out and see who it was. I walked to the living room to see mom sniffling while making breakfast.

Dad was on the couch looking at the tv with a sad look on his face. I walked out in the open making him notice me.

"Hey, Sweetie. How are you feeling?" He asked making mom glance over. "I'm okay..." I said looking down.

"Breakfast is almost done. Violet, come over so it'll be hot and ready." She said pointing to the table.

I walked over with daddy, to the table and sat down. Dad looked at me every now again and would give me a small smile.

Mom came over and put hashbrowns on my plate and some blueberry pancakes. I stepped up on my chair and reached for the syrup before dousing my food in it.

"That's a bit too much don't you think?" Dad asked. "Nope!" I said before grabbing my fork and eating breakfast.

We ate breakfast in silence after that. The only sound you could hear was our utensils hitting the plate every time we got food.

"Sweetie..." Mom said breaking the silence. "Yes?" I asked looking up while wiping my mouth off with a damp paper towel.

"What were you saying last night... about grandma?" She asked looking at her plate. "That grandma died..." I said.

"What happened in that dream of your's?" She asked. "It wasn't a dream... It was real... I appeared in a room that was dark..." I said looking down at my plate.

"Sweetie, it was a dream," Dad said. I looked down feeling angry they didn't believe me. I soon started crying thinking about what was happening last night.

"I was scared and wanted help so grandma came and she tried to help me but a big scary monster with long arms that ended with a point stabbed her heart..." I said sobbing now.

I wiped my eyes and blew my nose into the damp paper towel. "That seems like a crazy nightmare," Dad said making me scream.

"It wasn't a dream!" I shouted. He sighed before rubbing his temples. "I'm not going to argue with you anymore..." He said getting up and leaving the table.

"David... David!" Mom yelled out. She sighed and covered her face before looking at me. "Are you done?" She asked.

I nodded and got up out of my seat. "Wash your hands and go get dressed." mom said. "Why?" I asked stepping on my tippy toes to reach the sink.

"Cause we're going to see grandma... well, I will be..." She said. I continued to wash my hands. "Are you going to go see her in heaven?" I asked.

"Something like that..." She said. My feet went flat to the floor while my hands were still wet and dripping from the water.

I walked to the side and wiped my hands on the hand towel. I looked over at mom going to the sink washing the plates.

I walked closer to her and hugged her. My head was next to her hip. "Goodluck," I said before releasing the hug and heading to my room.

David's POV

After I got dressed I walked to the kitchen to see Mary washing the dishes. "Where's Violet?" I asked. "Getting dressed for the examination." She said stopping and drying her hands.

"She's going with us?" I asked. "Well, yes, does it look like we have a babysitter around here?" She said walking past me.

I followed her. "We're just going to leave her in the front all by herself?" I asked. "No, you're going to watch her." She said going into our room.

"I can't just let you go-" "I'll be fine, Hunny." She said taking off her nightgown, exposing her tan skin. I sighed and sat on the bed.

It was not the time to be getting excited. I looked away from her. "Won't it be tough going in your own?" I asked.

"I think I'll be fine seeing my mother..." She said. I turned to her before turning away again. "But what if-" "There's no what if's," She said hugging me from behind.

I sighed and looked over my shoulder at her. "I love you," I said. "I love you, too." She said kissing my forehead before going back to getting dressed.

After she got dressed we got out of the bedroom and walked to Violet's. "Violet?" We asked as we knocked. Nothing. We knocked again. Nothing.

"We're coming in," Mary said twisting the knob. When we opened the door we saw Violet dressed in her purple summer dress. Her back was toward's us.

"Sweetie, why didn't you answer us when we knocked?" I asked. Nothing. Mary and I walked up to her and touched her shoulder.

"Sweetie?" We asked finally seeing the terrified look on her face. We grew concerned as we knelt down in front of her and kept saying her name.

She just looked up at the wall as a terrified look was still on her face. "Violet?" We asked. Nothing. We lightly shook her making her gasp and almost fall down.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" We asked catching her. She started sobbing before hugging us close. "Sweetie, what happened?" I asked.

She just sobbed into our shoulders. "I... feel dizzy." She said pulling away and us seeing her getting a bloody nose.

"Oh, sweetie," Mary said getting up and running to get a tissue. "Are you okay?" I asked cupping my hand under her nose, to stop more blood getting everywhere.

"Here, Sweetie," Mary said putting the tissue over her nose. "Tilt your head up." She said making Violet tilt her head back.

"Alright keep that there." She said grabbing other tissue's and cleaning the blood on her little hands. I got up and went to the bathroom.

I turned on the hot water and got soap cleaning the blood off my hands. I sighed and kept glancing at the door.

After I was done, I grabbed the hand towel, drying my hands before heading back in Violet's room.

There they sat on her bed trying to stop her nose from bleeding. She pulled the tissue away and replaced it with another one.

"Okay, hold it like this." She said before walking past me. "Watch her." She said. I walked over to her and watched how she held the tissue.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She shook her head before closing her eyes and sighed. "You feel that bad, huh?" I asked.

She nodded. "What was that? Earlier?" I asked pointing to where she was before. "I went back to the place." She said moving forward but then tilting back to where she was before.

"What place?" I asked. "Where grandma died..." She said before taking her tissue off her nose and looking at all the blood.

"Here keep it on your nose," I said putting it back on her nose. She sighed and put her bloody hand down.

"Will it ever stop?" She asked. "Yeah," I said quickly. She sighed before removing my hand. The blood looked dry.

Mary came in and looked relieved. "Oh, good. It stopped." She said before grabbing Violet. "Let's get you cleaned up." She said taking her to what I assume would be the bathroom.

I sighed and got up to throw away the bloody covered tissue. I walked to the bathroom and saw Violet looking up at Mary.

"I think we're done." She said offering Violet a small smile. Violet didn't smile. She just looked down sadly before walking out.

I walked in and started washing my hands again. "Do you know what happened?" Mary asked. "She said she went to the place where grandma died," I said.

"Oh..." She said. I sighed before splashing water on my face. "She's taking this stupid dream thing to far," I said grabbing the hand towel and drying my face off.

"What if she isn't... like... something's wrong..." Mary said making me look over to her. "Now don't you go and take her side," I said.

"No, I mean what if something's wrong with her... brain?" She questioned. I looked back over and saw Violet coming out of her room.

She came towards the bathroom. "Are we going to go see grandma now?" She asked. "Yeah, just a moment sweetie," Mary said with a saddened look on her face.

"Can you go to your room and play with your dolls while mommy and I have a little talk?" I asked. She nodded and went back to her room.

"Where would we go to see that?" I asked. "A hospital..." She said sounding monotone. "I know that I just mean... is there even the right technology to see that happening?" I asked.

"We'll find out." She said exiting the bathroom. I put the hand towel back and walked to the door while Mary got Violet.

[Skip To Examination] Violet's POV

I sat down next to Daddy as I watched the other crying people and the nurse looking as bored as I was.

I turned to my father and looked up at him. He was reading the newspaper that was there for people to read.

"Daddy," I whispered making him look over. "Yes?" He asked. "I'm bored," I said. "We'll be out in a moment." He said turning the page.

I sunk back in the chair and looked out the window. It was bright outside. No clouds were out today. Just the big blue sky and the bright yellow sun.

I got out of my seat and walked over to the pile of books. They seemed to be a bit too high for my reading level.

I huffed in annoyance and looked back at my dad. He didn't seem to notice I got up. I saw the long hallway and looked back one more time before walking down there.

The walk was weird as the lights were starting to flicker. My heart rate was starting to pick up as I looked around.

I saw the windows to the other rooms up ahead. I quickened my pace and finally got to the window's to see my mother sitting down crying.

The doctor was sat next to her. He was speaking while rubbing her back in a comforting way. "Help..." I heard making me turn around.

I saw nothing but still heard the voice. "Help." I heard again. It sounded like it was coming from the weird room down the hall.

I walked down to the door and looked up. "Hello?" I asked. "Help me." I heard on the other side of the door.

I pressed my ear up against the door. "Why are you on the other side of the door?" I asked. "They thought I was dead." They said.

I pulled away and reached for the doorknob before turning it. I opened it and was met with a pale man.

His skin was white as snow. I looked up slowly until I met his face. It had stitches all over it. "Thank's," He said giving me a weird smile.

He reached out, grabbing me making me scream. "You should be down here with us!" He said. "No!" I screamed.

"What are you doing here!" I heard someone say. I opened my eyes and saw my dad looking at me angrily.

I looked over to the door and it was closed. "I'm sorry," I said starting to cry. His features softened before hugging me.

"It's alright." He said stroking my hair. "No, it's not," I said crying into his shoulder. "What's going on?" I heard making me snuggle into dads shoulder more.

He picked me up and held me while I still cried. "She ran off," Dad said. "Why did you run off all by yourself, Sweetie?" Mom asked.

I continued to cry. I held tightly as I felt dad starting to walk. "Oh, is she okay?" I heard. "Yes, she's just upset about her grandmother," Mommy said.

June 23rd, 1980

"I don't want to go..." I said as my parents held both my hands. We were going to the doctor to see what happened earlier...

"We have to," Dad said dragging me to the front doors with my mother. I huffed in annoyance before we went in.

We walked to the counter to be met with an old lady. She smiled down at me. "We're here to see Dr. Gorden today." Mom said.

I pulled so my hands were free from their sweaty hands holding me. I wiped my hands before just looked down and staying in place.

"He's waiting for you. You can just go down the hall and go in the last door on at the end." The old woman said pointing.

My parents started walking while I followed them. The hallway was white as it could ever be. It was weirding me out.

There was no spec of dirt. It was really clean. We got to the end of the hallway and knocked on the door.

We then were greeted by a tall African American woman. She smiled. "Hello, you must be the Stines?" She said looking at each of us.

I nodded. "Yes." My parents said in unison. "Right this way. Dr. Gorden has been expecting you." She said.

We all followed her as I stayed close to my mother. The whole place was white just like outside of this room. It looked futuristic.

"Hello." I heard making me look over. There stood a man. He was shorter than my parents. He had blonde hair and was bald at the top.

He looked down and gave me a smile. "Hello." My father said. I hid behind my mother feeling shy. "Oh, sorry. She can get a bit shy around other people." Mom said grabbing me.

"Let's all go into my office to explain what's going on with Miss Stine." He said turning on his heels and walking into there.

We followed before my mother made me sit down on the couch. I sat in the middle while my parent's sat on either side of me.

Dr. Gorden sat across from us while holding a clipboard and a pen. "So... Miss Violet?" He asked glancing at me then back at the clipboard.

"Yes?" I asked. "Your parents are saying you've been... seeing things that aren't there... is that true?" He asked.

I looked down before nodding. "Can you tell me about it?" He asked. I stay silent. "Go on," Dad said nudging me. "Tell the man what you told us." He said.

I stayed quiet. "Sorry, like I said she can get a bit shy around new people." Mom said turning to me. "Maybe it'd be better if we just talked alone?" He suggested.

"Would you want that?" He asked. I nodded while looking over to him. My parents got up and left the room with the tall woman.

Mary's POV

We sat outside of the room while Violet talked to the daughter. I couldn't help but feel hurt she didn't want us in there.

I guess David noticed and put a hand on my thigh. "She's just talking to the doctor." He said. "Why wouldn't she want us there with her?" I asked turning to him.

"Do you think she hasn't been telling us all of it?" I asked. "Well, I think it's just her imagination." He said.

The realization hit me. "Cause we won't listen..." I said putting my hand over my face feeling guilty. "What?" He asked.

"You're telling her it's not true making her not want to talk," I said. "Cause it's not. I bet you the doctor will say what I've been saying all along." He said.

"You're an asshole you know that?" I asked sitting back in my place. "What?" He asked. "You're a man so you think you can just diagnose a girls problem," I said.

"We're smart." He said. I rolled my eyes and got up to move to the next seat. "Are you serious?" He asked.

"When you stop trying to diagnose people, I will be talking to you again," I said. "You're talking to me now." He said.

I looked at him and glared. "And that's how you're sleeping on the couch tonight," I said turning away, trying to ignore him.

We've been acting pretty cold towards each other since my mother died and since Nancy has been having these weird problems.

The door then opened with Nancy and Dr. Gorden standing next to each other. "I'm going to have you be with my assistant while I talk to your parent's." He told Violet.

She walked over to his assistant. We got up and walked to Dr. Gorden. He gave us a small smile before walking into his office.

We walked in after him and sat down on the couch. "We have a problem..." He said. "What kind of problem?" I asked as concern took over.

"I'm not all that sure what's going on with your daughter so we might have to do an MRI test to figure it out." He said.

"MRI? What does MRI mean?" I asked. "It stands for Magnetic resonance imaging. It's going to see if any trauma is happening. Has anything been going on in your household?" He asked.

I looked at my husband awkwardly. "Her grandmother past away about two weeks ago..." I said. "She was telling me about that. I'm sorry for your loss." He said.

"It's fine... but after the death me and... him... have been fighting a lot lately..." I said looking down ashamed.

He nodded. "Deaths can cause a lot of problems for parents... and children... especially if you're close to them." He said.

"Did she tell you she saw her grandmother die before we got the call?" I asked. "Yes, maybe some other traumatic experience happened." He said.

I looked over at David. "We wouldn't know what could be troubling her. We are a really good family." David said.

"Is she bullied by chance? At school I mean." He said. "No, oh, no. She never told us... and her teacher never said anything to us." I said.

"Well, maybe she is... and just not telling you." He said. I looked down feeling bad. "We don't know anything else that could be trauma-inducing," I said.

"That's okay. That's what the tests are for." He said writing something down on his clipboard. "Don't worry. We'll find the problem soon." He said.

"When's soon?" I asked. "Don't ask the man when that is," David said rubbing his eyes. Dr. Gorden got up and sighed.

"Soon is soon."