Harry has come home from a hard day at school, he has had a boring day and just wanted to get in to his house. The parents are away for a couple of days meaning Harry could do everything he wanted apart from the thing he wanted most which was a house party.
Walking to the front door and opening-
'Thank god schools over, but im home alone.... wait? Why am I talking to my self?'
Puts his bag down and walks up stairs to his room- knocking over a mug when he opens the door!
'OMG! That stupid dream catcher, always catching my eye when i walk through this bloody door! It dont do anything anyway, i'm 16......I dont get scared of anything!
Harry grabs the dream catcher of the wall, he starts to cut the feathers off.
'Stupid piece of waste....who believes in that paranormal stuff anyway?'
As Harry cuts into one of the feathers he hears a massive scream coming from down stairs.
'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!!!!!!
He starts whispering to his self as he walks down the stairs.
'ohh crap,oh god,oh no no no no no'
As he searches around the house there is nothing to be seen?
He walks back up stairs still shaking from whats happened- then the bedroom door slams!
Sprinting to the room and opening the door he finds the dream catcher on fire!
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