You Can't Come in Here! by P.J. Night

Author:P.J. Night
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Spotlight

CHAPTER 8

“Yaaaiiii!” Emily screamed, bolting upright in bed, covered in sweat. She flung the covers off and rolled to the floor to get away from the monster attacking her. Then she realized that there was no monster. She was alone. It was not three o’clock in the morning, but rather seven a.m. The shine was shining. Sitting on the floor, panting, out of breath, Emily slowly realized that she had just had the worst dream of her life.

“The whole thing, the howling, the woods, the chase, the changing from a wolf into a person—it was all a dream, a long, terrible dream,” Emily muttered to herself. She looked down and saw that she was sitting on the floor beside her bed, completely tangled up in her blankets. “Okay, Emily, first . . . get up off the floor.”

She rolled to one side, then pushed herself up, tossing the blankets back onto the bed in a heap. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she tried to make sense of the crazy nightmare. She felt as if someone had been shaking her and shaking her, refusing to stop. The actual events of the previous evening slowly came to her, as if a fog in her head was lifting. She could once again begin to distinguish between reality and the dreamworld in which she had been spending far too much time lately.

Emily remembered searching the woods for real—she believed—with Drew and Vicky, and finding nothing. Nothing except for a few small animals that belonged there. She recalled deciding that she had had enough of all this wolf business and vowing to put it out of her mind. But apparently her mind had other plans.

It’s one thing to believe you saw a wolf strolling through the neighborhood, Emily thought as she tried to remember what day it was. At least that is possible, even though it’s not very likely. But a wolf shape-shifting into a person?

She had read enough science-fiction books and seen enough scary movies to think that the idea was pretty cool. But the “fiction” part of “science fiction” meant that it wasn’t real! And whose face was that in her dream anyway? She couldn’t recall any details other than the overwhelming feeling that this person-monster-thing was someone she knew.

“Emily! Are you up? Breakfast is ready!” her mother called from downstairs.

“Be right down, Mom!” she yelled back. Emily knew she had better get moving before she missed the school bus.

Hurrying through her shower, Emily tried to wash away the sickly feeling that still lingered from the dream. After dressing quickly, she bounded down the stairs, looking forward, more than usual, to the normal, boring breakfast chitchat that she sleepwalked through most mornings. She, of course, had decided to tell no one about her dream.

Slipping into her chair at the breakfast table, Emily began shoveling spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth.

“So how’s the sleepover planning going, honey?” her mom asked.

“Okay,” Emily replied, guzzling down a glass of orange juice. “Hannah and Ethan have come up with some pretty good ideas for the party.

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