The Night Nightmare - Original Writing

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

She also spends time with her

The following day, she awoke on the mattress in their apartment, wondering how she ended up there. Her neighbor with the gelled back hair entered the room with a glass of tea.

“Because, you are her best friend, and you were the only one on her contact list”, She tells me.

I decided to go to bed. It was late and I was exhausted. I climbed the stairs, turned the corner, and walked through the doorway. In the dark, I got ready for bed. I threw my clothes on the floor and fell back on the mattress. ,

“LIES! She would’ve called from her phone if that was the case! You’re probably tracing the call as we speak so you and your hoodlums can come and abduct me…”

invite her to birthday parties or pick her to play on their team at recess. It was very hard on Sarah

I walk up to Sophie as she is chatting with one of our other closest friends Cassie. Cassie is the sweetest girl I have ever met. I don't think I have heard anything bad come out of her mouth unless she is talking about her brother. Cassie is nearly boiling over with excitement as I walk up. What in the world could she be so excited for? Are they serving sushi for lunch? Did she get a solo in the choir? "Hey guys, what's up?"

Next, her favorite pass time activities are quite different than post peoples. For example, she likes to make crafts with small pieces of paper, play in the

Amanda’s level of social interaction is unknown, but she is resistant to visit the playroom. Mom reports that prior to her admittance she demonstrated an advanced vocabulary, but is otherwise a “normal” three-year-old, with a special interest in dolls.

“Hi!” I said, answering the phone. “Everything okay?” I heard the fake-good cheer in my voice, trying hard to cover up the fact that I knew that everything would not be okay if Krista had any idea what I was in the middle of doing.

His off paced steps could be heard against the tile, heavy footing leading to his bedroom. The door opened to an all too familiar fear, engulfing him to the point of mental claustrophobia. The door closed confiding him to the clutches of fear, and in a desperate attempt to save any remaining sanity he fell into a superficial sleep. Within hours he was wide awake and sitting upright; eyes adjusting

“If you must know, none of my friends are answering their phones. I know my one friend is always attached to hers, so, something is definitely off there. It is like them skanks are trying to ditch me,” she says. “It wasn’t my fault we got kicked out last weekend… that bitch had it coming!”

Light started to stream through his eyelids. He knew it was time to wake up. The ritual of rising had begun. However, after stretching his arms, he came to a horrid realisation. He can’t remember ever going to sleep last night. He had to think hard to recall his last memories before now. That’s right! He was running down the laneway on his nightly jog before dinner. He had just brushed past a tree and felt a sharp pain in his neck. Then…. Nothing until now!

MAN ON PHONE: That’s okay. I’m getting dressed right now. I’ll just put the address in my phone and get there when I can. Sit tight, princess. I’ll see you soon.