The school was silent, and only the eerie glow of the moon through the windows made the empty building more frightening. Ivy walked through the main hallway, the rubber soles of her tennis shoes squeaking slowly with each step. She got to the stairs which led to the basement. She walked slowly, as to not let anyone hear her footsteps. The basement was dark and smelled strange, of dust and age. She made her way through broken desks, and stopped when she heard voices.

"What do you want? Someone help me!" Ivy heard someone screaming. It was Melody. Ivy had to hold onto the wall from stopping herself from running over to her friend. She had to think of how she could help without getting herself killed as well. Maybe if stopped her train of thought as she saw a tall young man coming from the corner. Ivy knew it was him. He was going to kill Melody! But why?! "Melody. Shhh. No one can help you. No one knows you're here." He said. Ivy realized she knew his voice. But from where? She knew she heard it before. "Why have you brought me here? Don't hurt me." Ivy saw Melody plead. She wriggled beneath the rope tied tightly to her wrists and ankles. "Hurt you? I don't want to hurt you Melody. You're too perfect to hurt. So sweet, so confidant. How could anyone hurt you?" The boy turned around. Ivy inhaled sharply when she saw the face of the killer. It was Chris Nore. Ivy mentally slapped herself because he might of heard her. To her horror, Chris looked in her direction. "Who is that? Who's over there?" He demanded. He went over to her and yanked her from the shadows. "Chris, let Mel go! She never did anything to you!" Ivy screamed and tried to loosen his grip. Mel was looking extremely confused from under the blindfold. "Exactly! She barely even talked to me! I always wanted her too." "Why did you kill Sandy? Didn't you love her?" "Love her? That conceited bitch? The only reason I went out with her was because if I did, I figured I'd become more popular, and Melody would notice me more. I only ever wanted to love Melody." He looked at Mel, hope and sadness in his eyes.

"So you killed Sandy off and kidnapped Mel?" Ivy asked. "Ivy, is that you?" Mel finally spoke up. "Ivy, I'm sorry I didn't believe you, just help me. Please!" "Melody, it's okay just-" Ivy was cut off as she saw Chris swinging at her head with a wood board. She ducked and screamed. "What do I do?" She asked herself silently. She continued to dodge his wild swings at her.

"Please, stop this Chris! Stop it!" She pleaded at him. To her surprise, he dropped the board. He picked up a knife, which Ivy just noticed, from a small chair.

"Chris, just don't do 't hurt Mel." He looked at her, and turned sharply on his heal, towards Melody. He pulled off her blindfold.

"Ivy! Chris?! Why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry Melody. I only loved you. I wanted to make you pay for all those times you didn't talk to me. For the times you never noticed me. I'm sorry." He looked at her once more, with his sad, green eyes, and then drove the knife into his stomach before Ivy could stop him. She ran over to him as his body crumpled to the floor. A pool of crimson blood had formed around him, and Ivy turned away from the horrible scene. She went to Melody, and untied the tight ropes with a little difficulty.

"We have to tell the police. Tell them he's here.." Melody said softly.

"Let's go then." They walked up the stairs together, and made their way to police station. They told them what happened, but never mentioned Ivy's dreams. She figured they'd think she was insane, and they could possibly think that she was the murderer.

Her father took her home, the trip seemed long and silent. Her father helped her to her bedroom, and into her bed under the warm quilt. She was almost asleep, but could hear father whisper, "Sweet Dreams, Ivy. Sweet Dreams."