Visions Come To Life

It’s been happening to me since I was a child. I never understood the things that came to me in my dreams, but they always ended up coming true in real life. One I wish would have never come true.

“You gotta stop blaming yourself for your parents deaths. It’s not your fault,” Monica said, trying to comfort her.

“I know, but I can’t help but think that if I would’ve had that dream come to me sooner I could have warned them,” Alexis replied in frustration, “I could have stopped them from going out that night.

They would’ve never been murdered.”

“What happened to your parents is not fair, but you can’t change it.”

As the heavy feet walked up the squeaky stairs to the attic, a large manly hand opened the door and walked over to the far right corner of the attic, w“I may not be able to change it, but I am going to find out who did this”

“Please don’t think about doing anything crazy.”

“I can’t just sit back and not do anything. My parents were murdered Monica!”

“All i’m saying is, just take some time to think about all of this. Let the police handle this case. They will find the person that did this,” Monica explained, “Promise me you will let the police handle this.”

Thinking it over in her head, Alexis took a few seconds before answering her.

“I promise,” she replied, fully lying to her best friend.

“Thank you. I have to get going, but i’m going to check up on you later.”

“Okay,” Alexis replied, fidgeting her fingers.

Watching Monica slowly drive off in her black Acura, Alexis decided to head up to the office and continue her search. It’s been two weeks since her parents were murdered and she was determined to find out any information on what happened. All her life, her parents were loving, kind and always willing to help out anyone in need. Why would this ever happen to her parents, was a question that played over and over in her head. Shaking the mouse, the bright screen of the computer turned on and previewed all of the opened tabs on the web. Spending hours searching for clues, Alexis laid her head down on the scattered papers on the desk and fell asleep.

As the heavy feet walked up the squeaky stairs to the attic, a large manly hand opened the door and walked over to the far right corner of the attic, where the sun's rays shined through the window and onto the old wood floor. Pulling up two floorboards…

(A quick flash of a small black and green duffel bag hits the floor as if it’s filled with a ton of rocks; echoing across the attic.)

Kneeling back down toward the two pulled up floorboards, the man pulled out a small black notebook.

(Another quick flash and the floorboards are placed back into the floor, looking as if they were never pulled up.)

Jumping from her sleep, Alexis’s head shoots up from the desk and her head darts toward the clock on the wall. Seeing double digits and a blurred clock, Alexis rubbed her eyes to see more clearly. Looking back at the wall, the clock read, 1:20am. Quickly remembering her dream, she pushed herself out of the office chair, leaving it to spin behind her. Heading out of the office, she quickly made her way down the hallway and to the stairs of the attic. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she knew that she had to pull up the boards and see if the dream was telling her the truth about something. Taking a deep breath, she slowly turned the door knob and pushed the door open. Inhaling the fusty air, Alexis walked into the attic, but before heading over the floorboards, she looked around the room at all the old boxes stacked on top of each other. It had been awhile since she had been up in the attic. As a kid, she used to think that attic’s were the living realms for monsters, but as she got older, she went up only when she had to. Lightly creeping toward the two floorboards from the dream, she examined the floor but couldn’t quite tell which two floorboards to pull up. Looking around the room for something to pull up the boards with, she noticed a hammer sitting under a small table. Taking the sharp end of the hammer, she stuck it in between the last two floor boards against the wall and began to pry them apart. Successfully pulling the boards apart, she set the boards aside but didn’t see a bag or a black notebook. Tearing up the next two floorboards, she tossed them on top of the other boards and when she turned back around, she saw the black and green duffel bag staring back at her. Snuggled under the straps of the bag also sat the little black notebook. Reaching down for the bag, she squeezed it through the hole of the two beams and took the bag over to the small table. Staring at the bag, she took the notebook into her hands. Looking on the front, back and sides, she noticed there was no title or any kind of writing on the book. As she opened the hard cover, exposing the first page, she read a list of names, coordinates and phone numbers. Not recognizing any of the information written in the book, she began to scan each page, but each page was the same. Closing the book, she sat it on the table, next to the bag. Pulling the straps apart, she gripped the small metal clasp and pulled the zipper all the way to the back of the bag; she couldn’t believe her eyes. Her heart began to pound through her chest, palms sweaty and a million things going through her head. Flashing its green currency, as it calmly laid in the bag, Alexis grabbed a couple stacks of the money and pulled it out the bag.

“This has to be around $20,000,” she said out loud, as she ruffled through the money.

Staring at the bag of money, she wondered why her parents would have $20,000 hiding in the attic, under the floor. Did they have a secret life they never told her about? Not only did she have to find out who killed her parents, but now Alexis had to find out who her parents really were.