Jessicas Dream

A long long time ago in the far abise of what you can call earth there whas a lonesome man

wondering true the streets. He what 1.87 meters tall, had brown hair and a nice looking beard. He

wore a green shirt and blue trousers. And he was 20 years of age.

The lonesome man whas near the movie theathre and stopt wondering after he heard an cry for

help, there whas a jong woman on the street conrer screeming for help. Our Hero went up to

her asking whats wrong. The oman told our hero thats she whas abducted and she had been

released by her captives right on that street corner. Our hero went whit the unnamed woman to the

nearest police station.

Once at the police station the woman named Jessica nyan had told the police the holestory , that

story began as followed: It whas 1 am and I whas alone in my house, suddenly I felt a weird breese

through my nek, if some ghostlly figurine whas standing right behind me, while I whas cooking

dinner none the less. Then I heard footsteps on my roof, i thought somebody wanted to break into

my house, Then i turned arround and felt a puf of smoke in my face and saw a ghostly figurine

standing right in front of me. I felt an horrible pain that strooke me from top to bottom, then I fell

on the ground and woke up on that street corner.

After the police heard that storythey thought it whas bulleshit, and she needed to go to the mental

instituut, but our Hero which hisname is still unclear wanted to help Jessica because he feels pity for

her. So our Hero went whit the woman to her house to inspect what really happend. It seemed like

there did something accure in her house because the place whas a mess when they arriv ed, every

draw was opend and there contents lies on the floor, the chairse where trown true the room, the

bins where turned arround and smased to pieces, al land all everything whas a mess.

After our Hero and Jessica cleaned up the place they found some weird stuff that looked like Jelly

but wasnt Jelly, They found it on the Table next to the sink, it whas really weird stufd because it

whas stikky but also looked like you can drink it as water. Our hero went into investigation mode to

figure out what that stuff whas, it seemd to have a trail leading to the basement. When out Hero and

Jessica went to the basement they also saw that the basement whas a mess, there whas a lot of

paper on the floor, candless where alight, and there whas a weird smell. Then they heard a weird

crying noise in the corner of the basement, there whas a box and it seemd like something whas in

the box. When our Hero tried to open the box a white flash cameout of it lighting hole room.

After our hero and Jessica woke up they where lying next toe each other, they heard a sweet and

slowsong playing on the background, and the ghostly figurine where watching our Hero and Jessica,

after they stood up the ghostly figurine began to talk: You need to solve the riddle to pass true that

portal and find out the mystery of the queens boots, our hero asked, I dont rally care about that and

he tried to leave the basement, but he soon discoverd that the door whas closed and couldnt be

opend. The ghost proceeded whit talking: You cant leave this place until you solved the riddle and

unlockthe mystery of the queens boots. The riddle goes as folowed: What is brown and sticky?

Jessica sayt almost immediately its a stick. The ghost sayt: Correct you may now proceed true the

portal and discovver the mystery of queens boots.

They teleported back to Jessicas living room whit her boots lying in the middle of the room, she said:

hey there are my boots! I lost then a week ago. Our hero proceeded to say: well at least thats over if

you dont mind i will go now. Wait yelled Jessica, you never told me your name? My name is not

importend Jessica, said our Hero, after that he went true the door and dissolved into ashes.

Jessica looked weird at the ashes and realized: It whas all a dream. Jessica now woke up in her bed

next to the man she loved and togetter the live dan great live togetter.

The end.

Written by Frits Vingerhoets.