Phoebe's Room at the House on Blueberry Hill, Very Late Monday Night

When Phoebe managed to get away from the stalker in the park, she hadn't stopped moving until she reached the house. She didn't even pause to look over her shoulder to see if he was chasing her. Her entire focus was getting home.

When she hit the porch, she got inside, and then made sure every lock on the door was securely fastened. Of course, after that, she went around the downstairs as quietly as she could and checked every other door and every window. Once she was sure everything was locked up tightly, she forced herself to climb the stairs.

By the time she made it to her room, her leg felt like it was on fire and every other wound -- old and new from the park fight, now -- were hurting. There were tears in her eyes as she shut her door behind her and then she leaned against it for several minutes. She knew she was bleeding in a couple of places and needed to take care of her wounds from the demon fight, but she was too afraid to leave her room right now.

She finally forced herself to go to her bed, but instead of laying down, she sat down on the floor with her bed between her and the window. It wasn't very comfortable on her aching body right now, but she was too scared to lay down and take the chance of falling asleep.

She was too afraid that things or messages would start appearing in her room and on her walls again.

She'd stay there for the rest of the night and until the sun rose.


[[OOC: Establishy only. OOC comments welcome, obviously.]]

Phoebe's Room, 42 Blueberry Hill Late Tuesday Night

Even though she had steadfastly vowed to never let down her guard or go to sleep again, Phoebe found that she was only able to stay awake for so long before shock and exhaustion wiped her out. Thinking that she would just close her eyes for a half hour nap, Phoebe had curled up in the middle of her large bed. It wasn't long until she was in a deep, but restless sleep.

The nightmares started almost immediately.

Phoebe tossed and turned in her sleep as the nightmares wrapped around her and seemed so real.

They were nightmares of losing Cole, of the vanquish and of searching the Wastelands over and over again, trying to find him to no avail...

...those dreams soon became intertwined with the stalker and the traumatic events that had been happening lately.

"Cole," she whimpered. "Cole..."


[[OOC: First for he that knows who he is... and then afterwards for the housemates.]]