Chapter 5. The Injured Finger

Lil’s POV

“Help! Help!” I shouted.

I sprang out of my bed and realized that everything was just a bad dream. My room’s door screamed decrepitude, and I saw my mother slowly walking towards me in her old pajamas. Then the wooden bed was cracking when she sat down on it.

“Why were you shouting? Is there something wrong?” She asked worriedly.

“Nothing, I just had a bad dream and it seemed real,” I replied.

“Dream? It’s the first time that you’ve had a dream.”

What? It’s the first time... Perhaps I shouted because I had never experienced having any dreams before. I always slept well every night, and I sometimes took a nap in the afternoon. Was there something wrong with why I had a bad dream?

I remembered the old man who gave me a bluish cloud. He was the only weird thing that happened. He told me it was a power, but it seemed to have no effect. He might be fooling me too, and that didn’t have any connection with my dream.

He could be insa