"Jon That Is The Fifth Time This Week. What Could You Possibly Be Dreaming About That Is Making You Scream

"Jon that is the fifth time this week. What could you possibly be dreaming about that is making you scream and wake us all up!?" Jon has nightmares of his death two weeks before he dies. Eduardo and Mark wake up everytime, at first they felt bad but eventually they started to become annoyed. The foreshadowing in the end was just Eduardo lashing out because of no sleep, but he didn't know that he actually figured out what was troubling him. Why is jon bleeding from the eye? I messed up on inking him.

"I don't think anything will.... I hope not. That's why I took Glacie here..... " Samuel narrows his eyes in thought, "She's the last person I know that's alive and doesn't hate me."

Samuel looks a bit uneasy, "The souls..... are they being held captive or?... A creature haunts my house.... and it has the ability to capture spirits.... against their will."

“Well, uh.. only one. I’m actually the angel. Not all souls can possess. In fact, I can see souls. Mainly because that means they’re dead. It takes a while for souls to reach either heaven or hell while angels review their life, seeing where they belong. Some lose their way, and stay here. So then there’s the angels that come down to help them out. And before you ask, I’m not one of those.” Toshire looks away, and her wings are now similar, leathery, with feathers on the ground. “It depends what kind of creature is at your house. If you want, I could take a look at it for you.”

Samuel looks confused, "No, but it's probably around here. What color is it?" Samuel starts to look as well.

Samuel looks a bit uneasy, "The souls..... are they being held captive or?... A creature haunts my house.... and it has the ability to capture spirits.... against their will."

“Well, uh.. only one. I’m actually the angel. Not all souls can possess. In fact, I can see souls. Mainly because that means they’re dead. It takes a while for souls to reach either heaven or hell while angels review their life, seeing where they belong. Some lose their way, and stay here. So then there’s the angels that come down to help them out. And before you ask, I’m not one of those.” Toshire looks away, and her wings are now similar, leathery, with feathers on the ground. “It depends what kind of creature is at your house. If you want, I could take a look at it for you.”

"Not really, mostly it seemed like their were two people talking..... " Samuel explains wondering what had occurred.

[[“”“Samuel rushes over to Torshire’s side. “ Are you okay?””“]]

“I.. I can’t..” Toshire rocks back and forth, mumbling to herself. “No… I.. stop.. I.. I’m not…”

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Samuel feels slightly unnerved at the last question but decides to reply, "No, I won't hurt you. I'm your friend....."

[[“”“Samuel rushes over to Torshire’s side. “ Are you okay?””“]]

“I.. I can’t..” Toshire rocks back and forth, mumbling to herself. “No… I.. stop.. I.. I’m not…”

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Samuel sighs, "At first I hated her. She wasn't supposed to be born. I was supposed to be an only child and I thought she'd replace me.... because I was adopted.... but I started to realize Glacie was struggling with every day things.... she was what our mom called 'defective', after I heard that we became best friends. . . . But I didn't know she was a demon. I thought she lied to me, so I left, thankfully I got a scholarship, so I could actually leave. Now I realize... our mother lied to both of us. She's annoying.... but that really isn't her fault. " Samuel trails off in thought.

Samuel looks a bit uneasy, "The souls..... are they being held captive or?... A creature haunts my house.... and it has the ability to capture spirits.... against their will."

“Well, uh.. only one. I’m actually the angel. Not all souls can possess. In fact, I can see souls. Mainly because that means they’re dead. It takes a while for souls to reach either heaven or hell while angels review their life, seeing where they belong. Some lose their way, and stay here. So then there’s the angels that come down to help them out. And before you ask, I’m not one of those.” Toshire looks away, and her wings are now similar, leathery, with feathers on the ground. “It depends what kind of creature is at your house. If you want, I could take a look at it for you.”