Blaine couldn't sleep.

Two hours had passed but he still couldn't make himself fall asleep. He kept looking around his room, expecting that something will surely happen. He knows that it's ridiculous to be even thinking like this, but he couldn't help himself. His dreams may not be that scary, but the thought of it repeating itself over and over every night terrifies him. He knows there's a reason why it keeps happening…he just don't know what.

He glanced around his room and caught sight of something lying on the floor.

The old key…

It has been lying there ever since the incident in the music room. He instantly threw it on the floor without any hesitation that day and then avoided it like a plague.

Until now he still couldn't believe that that same key was the one he had been treasuring for all these years. But now, he couldn't care less. Heck, it creeps the hell out of him just by the sight of it!

Then it hit him…

The stupid dreams had started the day he found out about his great grandfather's pocket watch…

And whatever happened in the old music room…maybe it got something to do with these strange dreams he's been having.

Blaine silently fumed, scrambling out of bed and snatched the old key on the carpeted floor; suddenly feeling very brave for confrontation.

This has got to stop!

The door of the music room slammed open and Blaine walked towards where the pocket watch should be. He left the armoire entirely open the last time he was here and he could see the pocket watch clearly from the moonlight coming from the window.

"What do you want from me?! Why are doing this to me?!" Blaine glared at it with such intensity, his body shaking all over…but not because he was angry, no. It's because he was totally scared out of his wits. What the hell is he doing exactly? This is ridiculous! It's not like the pocket watch could answer or anyth—.

'Take me…' a voice whispered on his ear.

Blaine jumped a foot away from the armoire, glanced around quickly at his sides to look for the owner of the voice; his arms, ready to punch someone. Does it even work on ghost?!

He was shaking so badly but still managed to find his voice. "W-Who are you?! Show yourself!"

'Courage, Blaine…' said the voice again.

Blaine looked like he was about to faint. Oh my freakin' God! He even knows my name!

'Take me…' he doesn't know if it was just him, but he could swear, the voice was getting louder and louder by each word.

'Take me and I will help you…'