The sound of splashing water echoed through the abandoned warehouse as six pairs of feet ran into the puddle. The reflection in the water showed a group of teenagers sprinting for their life. An innocent adventure turned into a scene from a horror movie. Loralie did warn them that something was going to happen, but of course, they didn't listen to her.

"Come on!" One of the boys yelled as they continued their way down the endless corridors.

Their footsteps and heavy breaths were the only sounds in the whole building, or so they thought.

Once the group of six entered a large room, they quickly closed the main door with a slam. The two boys pushed themselves up against the grimy piece of wood that was now rotting, so the thing they were running from wouldn't be able to come inside.

Loralie paced around the hall with her hands pulling at her dark brown pigtails in a frenzy. She was muttering to herself in horror due to the situation. Her jeans were already dirty and ripped after she fell over a few times.

"This is wrong... something's not right." She mumbled with her eyes wide and staring at the floor in front of her. "What was supposed to happen next. Remember, Loralie, remember!"

One of the other girls looked at their crazy friend with a grimace. "What the fuck is she talking about now?"

"I have no idea, Rachel, she's gone mad." Gracie Boseman chuckled in amusement as she also watched the pigtailed girl walk around.

The two boys stepped away from the door after finally managing to barricade it. The blonde, Samuel, ran a hand through his hair with a small smile after puffing out air.

"I think we lost him." Hudson, the other boy of the friendgroup, said.

It was eerily quiet around the whole building, you could even hear a pebble drop if you listened closely. Gracie, Hudson, Samuel and Rachel breathed out a laugh at their luck of out running the loony who decided to chase them.

Willow, the sixth member, looked around a bit spooked out. She was the only one who wanted to take Loralie's warning to heart and she didn't even want to be there. Her mother would kill her if she knew what her perfect little daughter was doing in the middle of the night.

The teenagers, mostly the four who were not bothered at all, decided to check out the abandoned warehouse that was in the woods that surrounded their town in Tennessee. Loralie tried to talk them out of it because of something that she saw in her dream that had to do with that building but their drunk minds didn't listen to her. Now they were trying to escape a crazy man who they thought to be an angry homeless person, but Loralie wasn't sure.

"That was easy. The old man must've ran out of breath with his shrivled up lungs." Hudson barked out a laugh.

The black haired boy bent down to pick up a pointy object from the ground and that's when Loralie's eyes widened in terror. The scene was all too familiar. Hudson standing in his checkered flannel bending down to grab something with his back to a narrow hallway.

The girl stood up from her position on the ground where she has crouched down and started to speed walk back to the group.

"I mean, I'm surprised he hasn't fallen into a fucking ditch before." Hudson continued to chuckle as he twirled around the metal pick he found.

Loralie, flailing her arms, ran over. "Hudson, move out of the way!"

Everyone turned to face the insane looking girl with a questionable gaze. Loralie was an interesting personality so they never knew when to take her seriously, especially due to her weird gift or curse, whatever you would refer to it as.

"Oh, shut up, Lola. Nothing is going to hap--"

Five terrified screams filled the silence of the empty space as an axe buried itself into the skull of the teenage boy. His eyes continued to stare forward as blood began to pool down his face and drip down to the floor.

"Oh my fucking god!" Rachel yelled with her hands grasping whatever they could.

Gracie and Willow were shocked to the core and weren't able to mutter a single word. Samuel jumped atleast six feet into the air while Loralie held her hands to cover her mouth.

The dark figure of the man stepped out from the hallway they didn't notice at first and lodged the axe out of the skull of Hudson.

Samuel started to break down the barricade they built while the man was struggling to tear his weapon free. Rachel and Willow yelled at him to hurry as they all kept glancing at the murderer each second.

"Go, go, go, go!" The three yelled in terror as they busted through back into the endless labyrinth of the warehouse.

"Loralie, what the hell are you doing!" Gracie screamed as she watched the other teen break a window.

Loralie looked over her shoulder. "I saw where we need to go to survive! Come on!"

She jumped out from the second story of the cement building while Gracie yelled after her. The teen had no idea what to do, should she run after the crazy girl or follow her friends. It didn't really matter because either way they were going to die but even if she did Gracie didn't want to be seen with Loralie again. She was a freak. This was all because of her stupid dream and now she jinxed it.

So Gracie turned around and sprinted down the dark hallways following her three other friends.

Loralie continued to scream for help as she ran around the warehouse. Her voice suddenly died out when she saw the body of Rachel on the ground. The man must've pushed her out from the window.

"No, Rachel!" Loralie stuttered in shock as she crouched down to her dead friend.

She tried to find the wound or anything she would've been able to put pressure on so Rachel wouldn't bleed out. Her body was in autopilot and Loralie didn't register that the teen was long gone due to the gash in her abdomen and broken bones. Loralie just wanted to help her somehow.

She had no idea how long she was crying there and mumbling to herself to wake up, but when police sirens filled the void she finally zoned back into the real world. Loralie was surprised when Gracie's scream echoed through out the woods. She fought everyone was dead.

Loralie managed to stumble up onto her legs and she started to push past the branches and dead trees towards the sounds of life. As the voices and flashing lights grew closer the teen finally staggered out into the cement road. Dozens of police cars stood on the street and and ambulance was turning the corner that second.

"It was her!" Gracie's sobbing caught the attention of Loralie. "This is her fault!"

At least ten officers turned to the dark haired teenage girl with their guns pointed towards her. Loralie couldn't utter a single word as she glanced between the weapons pointed at her and the girl she thought was her friend.

The sheriff stepped forward with narrowed eyes. "Put your hands up, Loralie!"

"I didn't do anything I swear!" The girl pleaded as she raised her shaking and blood soaked hands.

"You have the right to remain silent..."

Loralie sat up in her bed with a gasp. She breathed in and out at an extreme pace as she tried to calm her racing heart. This was just another nightmare. It's the present. That was the past. She's in Hawkins. She's in Indiana. Her name is Loralie Blythe. She's okay.

The girl turned her head to the small bed side table. Her clock still read 5:04 AM so it was still too early to wake up even if it was a school day. Loralie wiped her sleeve over her forehead to wipe off the cold sweat that fell down in beads. This was a situation she found herself in many times since that tragic night.

Loralie snuggled back into her bed and was ready to fall asleep once again. As she was about to turn her light off a hand grabbed onto her wrist. The girl screamed in horror as she came face to face with the mutilated one of her long lost friend, Rachel.

"Beware the fourth, it shall bring havoc to this town." She spoke with her soulless eyes boring into her own.

"What in the actual fuckity fuck knuckles was that!" Loralie yelled as her alarm continued to shriek into her ear.

Her mother busted through the door of her bedroom with a disapproving look. "Loralie, how many times do I need to tell you to watch your language! You shall repent your sins after breakfast!"

With that the elder woman stomped away leaving an extremely confused Loralie on her own. She sat on her bed in a daze, not knowing what to think of whatever just happened go her.

This was nothing like anything she had ever experienced.

A vision in a nightmare? Nu-uh. Never happened before and Loralie hoped it wouldn't ever again.

The almost twenty year old decided to get herself together so she would be able to pick up her friend, Maya, so that they'd be able to go to school together. Maya was a senior in Hawkins High and was literally the only person close to a friend in Loralie's eyes. Ironically she was also a stoner so they were mostly high whenever they hung out which was honestly just absolute chaos. Back when the mall still stood they decided to have a pool day in the fountain. Their argument: they didn't want to see the local douche, Billy Hargrove, at the community pool because he would've mad them cry.

Loralie made her bed as neatly as she possibly could so her mother wouldn't give her another lecture. Her whole room was the complete opposite of what she was actually like but she had to keep up the perfect daughter facade for her parents since they hated her enough already.

The girl dressed up in some jeans and a red sweater while grabbing her leather jacket and school bag. She rushed downstairs only to see her father already sitting by the table reading the newspaper and sipping on a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, father." Loralie greeted the man with a kiss on the cheek.

He gave her a look as he stared at her above his glasses. "You gave your mother a heart attack because of your language this morning. Was it another one of your devil dreams?"

Ah, yes. The devil dreams. Her parents called her nightmares and visions that because they refused to accept them. They thought Loralie was possesed when she was younger, her mother even called a priest once. One time it got so bad that her parents even wanted to call Ed and Lorraine Warren on their daughter.

"No, father, my alarm just scared the shi-- the daylights out of me." Loralie replied as she began to make some toast for herself.

Her mother appeared in the doorway as she glared at her daughter. "I'll let you off the hook for the time being, but once you get home you best be sure that we will be praying for your forgivness for an hour!"

Loralie gave her mother a tight lipped smile and nodded. Thank the heavens that she didn't have to do it now, she would be late for school.

The nineteen year old inhaled her food, quite literally, and quickly threw some snacks into her bag. She gave moth her parents a kiss and after getting the usual lecture on how to drive safely and don't wreck the car Loralie was finally off.

Loralie hopped into the second car of the household that she kind of claimed as her own and after driving off to a safe distance she turned on her radio. The rock music blasted out the windows as she sped down the quiet roads of Hawkins. It didn't take long to arrive to Maya's house but Loralie still enjoyed the sense of freedom that she never did at her own home.

"Lola!" The voice of Maya yelled into the multiple garden's of the neighbourhood. "I have arrived."

The senior climbed into the car and threw her backpack into the back hoping that she didn't break anything. Whatever she had in that bag was a mystery to others but it would be able to knock anyone out.

Loralie took her time as she applied her usual blue eyeshadow to her eyelids, she would be kicked out if they saw her doing it at home. "You got anything on you at the moment? I'm in need of something like... right now."

"A little weed never killed nobody!" Maya grinned as she waved the already lit roll in Loralie's face.

The elder girl gladly took it and took a large breath, inhaling as much as she could. This was the only way Loralie was able to cope with everything that has been going on in her life. It was a living nightmare.

The two of them finally managed to make themselves presentable and Loralie continued to drive to Hawkins High. That place just made her want to roll her eyes. The teachers were the biggest assholes known to mankind, Loralie just wanted to kick them into the sun and watch them burn.

Once the girls arrived to the building known as hell they climbed out of the slightly worn down mustang. The Blythe family was wealthy so they were able to afford cool cars.

"You go ahead, I still need to make a call to someone." Loralie told Maya once they arrived to the doors leading inside.

The senior gave her friend a knowing look but nodded. "Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll tell Mr. Collins you were having lady problems if you're late, you know how flustered he gets then."

Loralie laughed at her friend's tactic but quickly rushed over to the telephone by the brick wall of the school. She did not however miss all the disgusted glances she got from the passing teens.

Once she reached the phone Loralie quickly dialed the number she managed to learn and held the machine to her ear. It rang about three times when the person on the other line picked up.

"Hey, Rick. It's Lola." Loralie said in a slightly hushed tone even though nobody was near.

The said man chuckled on the other side. "Cowgirl! My favourite client, what can I do for you?"

"Do you have anything on you that I could pick up after school?"

Rick hummed in thought and Loralie could imagine him tapping his chin. "Let me think... no."

"What?" Loralie shrieked, she definitely didn't expect that answer.

"I'm out of town this week so I can't give you anything. I suggest you look for my guy, Eddie, he might be able to help you." Rick said and the girl could hear the grin on his face. "Anyways, toodeloo!"

"Rick, you motherfucker!" Loralie yelled as she slammed the phone back on it's rightful place.

The girl pushed a hand into her dark brown curls as she was in deep thought. She needed something as soon as possible because she was already out. Loralie didn't even know if the infamous Eddie Munson was at school today.

"Of course, you would be the one person to call a drug dealer on the school phone." A familiar voice stated with a sarcastic tone to their words.

Loralie whipped around only to see Dustin Henderson standing there with a questioning gaze, although he was not surprised at all. The girl used to babysit him when they were younger and when his mom still allowed her to come over.

"I'm going to ignore that statment." Loralie grumbled but plastered a comically large smile on her face and clasped her hands together. "Dustin, sweetie pie!"

The freshman shook his head immediately. "No, whatever it is, no."

"Please! You didn't even hear what I have to say!" The elder girl narrowed her eyes at the sassy teen.

"Do I have to tell another girl that you thought she was hot but were too scared to go over?"

"No."

"Do I have to pretend to be religious so I can somehow convince your mom to let you go out?"

"No."

"Do I need to cover for you like when you hooked up with Billy Har--"

"That was one time!" Loralie gasped dramatically as Dustin continued to list off things. "I just want you to ask Eddie if he could meet me by the football field before lunch."

Dustin raised an eyebrow at the girl who watched him grow up, even for a little while. "What, you want to hook up with him?"

"Dustin!" Loralie shouted as she gave the boy a slap on his baseball cap covered head. "You know exactly why I need to meet him."

The teenage boy rolled his eyes and started to walk inside the school towards his first period. "I'll still tell him you want to hook up with--"

"Dustin, you little piece of shit!"